keep our hearts behind the bars of jail
where chains of power keep blinder eyes
on one course without change.
she yells, "This is not acceptable! This will not do!"
he refuses to take that second look
at how hard people try to please him
this king of ice cream
this queen of toast
but they do look
when no one is watching.
burnt toast and ice cream too hard
people dying in the streets
the same level of
exasperation in the minds of power.
insecurities that fight to stay on top
in control of chaos
these small minds
to be accepted on our own terms
what we perceive ourselves to be
the smoke and mirror
illusions made of
concrete and steel.
why do we do this?
can we not lay in a field naked
with skin falling from flesh
and just love the rain
and hold the hands around us
walk into death honestly?