Society cast out the family.
The family cast out a portion of their own.
To feel higher for the the need to acquire power
was far greater than the love they thought they had.
Listen.
Listen to the sounds, of brokenness.
To a family falling apart.
It's never enough.
Three doors down.
It's never enough.
The problem with mankind is that one,
unquenchable desire to rank one's self above another.
Even if it means getting you no farther
than three steps higher.
What a desire.
A selfish desire to acquire.
About the Creator
Anna Maitum
My Name's Anna.
I write to make sense of the noise and I sing to make sense of the urge to scream. I'm uniquely made.
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