Rules of engagement!

That’s not what the law says.

Have we lost track of the angels?

Who are you really protecting?

I fear the voice of democracy is dead

Head split

Bleeding out.

Shocking? So is the discontent (I mean disconnect), the violence,

The trickery,

The silence. No one knows the answer.

The wounds are bleeding through the band-aid.

“Shame on you!”

“Get back! You don’t believe in what I’m saying

And you’re wrong for that”

“These are our streets! And I’m willing to

Bleed for what I

Believe in.”

The machine is fucked up.

“Yeah it’s been that way for a while.”

“Fuck the press, they’re all like now this

When really their just hyper fixating

On the latest calamity. Their

truth is bound to purse straps.”

I cried before the teargas ever fell.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but you forced

My hand, and you won’t like what happens when it stops

Feeding.

Ha!

You’ll be begging, trembling from withdrawal

Calling for the redaction of this and that.

What a joke.

I’ve accomplished more in my daydreams.”

Now all we have is ruins.

Your analysis means nothing.

This shouldn’t be normalized.

The transgressions of yesterday are today’s problem.

What will become of us, if no one wants to solve ‘em?

The thread of chaos is sewn deep.

This isn’t peace.

“Disperse now!”

Run back to your hoods.

Regroup and find the truth in

What you stand for, because pretty soon we’ll

All be falling.

Calling on the spirits of our ancestors

Begging for a path

Forward,

But it’s too late for that.

A murder of crows looms above, ready to pick at our bones,

Snickering at our loneliness.

I hope we haven’t gone too far.