The wall of phones is full of rage; I hear The pain pervade the air. It twists my spine And crawls my skin to listen to such fear Confused, a wielded weapon and enshrined. Adults like children, save for age, opine Themselves expectedly: pain times years, subtract The sense, add strength of body and withering binds, You’ll hear convicts calling Babylon back. As if these screams and lies were treasured takes, The blind are led by blinding men who send Out bolts of hate, like Zeus of late, to break Apart our love, disrupting hearts on mend. The good we wish to be is found today Upon compassion and thought leading the way. -MMF
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