In the chaotic moment of time which the world revolves
the anger, the danger, and the tears can't save a fate not meant to be.
The hearts tear in a central position down the middle
breaking apart what use to be a whole solitude.
What we can't see inside a tainted soul
is what drives this madness; what boils to the top.
Screaming in the black blanket of night,
the dead makes their new approach.
The hungry, starve and wish for salvation
trying to keep themselves in a world engrossed in self pity.
The homeless lay along the sidewalk their only belongings
a cup in one hand, despair in their eyes they try to survive.
A penny is donated, then a nickel, then a dime,
can the rich spend on something out of generosity?
Or is their self image only their importance?
The weak collide with the strong in this battle for life or death,
the vibes unlock a sense of enemies left behind barbed fences.
The lost cause can only be found through a sense of mind,
mind that can survive harsh reality chosen for them.
Can blindness be a virus that escapes into our veins,
or is it a sense of serenity from the demoralizing aspects of humanity?
Beyond these tragedies I'll close my eyes and pretend its alright,
I'll take myself to a creation and existence of hope.
Yes, even now, in the darkness of it all,
I'll hold my head high and wait for the answer,
But only to face another question.
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