Rights

Rights Declaring that you can do a thing, demanding that it go your way… These are careless, and chaotic emotions, placed on actions that have consequences. Custody battles, divorce and time shared in the darkness of loss. Broken dreams, battle grounds where the innocent are victims not by chance. Families have roots like trees. Grafted branches grow and become one. Lightening, harsh wild fires, mud slides and bitter colds, take the weak. Those still left standing are thrilled to make it, to the next day. To start again and rebuild what was someone else’s exactness to tear down. Betrayal. You did this or that! We are going to do it the right way. My way! The cost to decline beyond payment. We will soon be in the streets. There is nothing to eat in the refrigerator. The cabinets are empty. Applications for assistance have been made. An odd shame is felt, for what reason, it is unclear. The law says life is equal, well at least for some…not all. No one cares the tears behind each word, written on white paper and stamped…twice. No one can care as there are just too many…stamped at all. The payment for your correctness, your perfection of life standards, is the empty smiles of butchered memories in albums not acid free.