Bad Decisions

Hate is such a strong word. Yet you show me plenty of it. You first flash your gun. In compensation to cut wages. Yet you remember me. How you should have listened. A siren of power rung. the hands that flashed adamantly "no, please don't." You ignore my cry. Covering me in the congress of actions seen. I guess bad decisions in part. Act first speak later. My spirit shattered in false hope. I put firm trust in the light that flashed from your badge. Thinking to myself its all a mistake. To think I was half right. It's much easier to edit flim or tape. The disguise worn scene to scene. You were never held accountable for your word or action. In a couple of months everything will be thrown out. A face sagged in misery. Treating me your very worse, Refusing to see that your very belief is the problem. I couldn't say a thing. The claps of your sole echoing against concrete. A new victim found. No matter how fast you run, Your disguise can never hide what you've done. You fled the scene before my body dropped.