Confetti The Wind
Armed with little more than hope,
it becomes your trusted shield.
For you believe in yourself;
and the confidence you wield.
The city's all aglitter;
yet hunger's all too real.
And those flashing neon lights;
detract from how scared you feel.
You see, open bigotry;
redefining right and wrong.
And an unjust system where
the weak empower the strong.
Wishes confetti the wind;
as paper dreams fly away.
And if that doesn't make you cry,
it is yourself you betray.
Ravaged by a wicked world;
innocence is first to die.
Reality is ugly;
and Santa Claus is a lie.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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