2020

I see the man in the mirror leering at meee, peering through the teary eyes. Ties teared through lies told, folding worlds of gold.

Molding misunderstood masses, standing in the grass of gasses. Presidential fascists, bathing in our ashes.

I’m as mad as a wise man, as patient as a pirate fighting for his right to steal at night.

Lies told to hide the truths right.

until we come together, protest our right, for no reason riot throughout the night light.

Fights in races as if I’m tying my shoes together through each laces.

The herd hasn’t yet been heard, but yet we all have ear and hear no words.