Into the abattoir

Into the abattoir 

Children pulled from mothers

American Dreamers

Soon there will be others

Protesters stripped of rights 

By masked men causing hell

There is one exception

Young Pierre Damas Bel

Yes I am not the same

Yes I am not the same

Foreign language of change

I became fluent in

Thereby finding more range

The rotation of crops

Is better for the earth

The potted tree given

A bigger pot of girth

More worry for the World

More worry for the World

The planet a squeeze ball

To release stress on how

It has become so small

Command center couches

Flight simulator drones

Red Barons, play stations 

So far from sticks and stones

Emotional objects

Emotional objects

Nine/eleven fountains

A Japanese garden 

Your mom’s kitchen mountains

Today and tomorrow 

The elements of time

Hope for justice and peace

That can turn on a dime

Jesus would have been woke

Jesus would have been woke

Crucifixes today

Are worn like swastikas

Christians have lost their way

Mega sized religion 

Can I get fries with that

Fast food to forgiveness

Diarrhea and shat

These verses are handprints

These verses are handprints 

They are not restricted 

The format of fingers

Are beyond descriptive 

The journey through windows

Universal blackness

We’re only limited

By our sense of lackness

In a competition

In a competition 

Nine children are racing

Born on a fast track where

Speed outperforms pacing

On the course then bleachers

Forfeited finish line

Not once awarded proud

Private victory mine