Sick

Dark and twisted, writhing pain,

The sky hangs low, baptized in rain,

As if it weeps for what it’s seen,

How could people be this mean?

Young and innocent; groomed, discarded,

Leaves my spirit battle-scarred and guarded,

They swore they’d stand and protect us,

Instead, time and again, they have wrecked us.

“They’re eating people” sounded my insane,

But truth has always worn a chain,

Hidden in plain sight, bold and brazen,

Rot at the root, corruption raising.

So what now; how do we fix this?

No doubt now; we can’t dismiss this.

Hearts are bleeding, Mother Liberty crying,

Don’t believe them; they’re all lying