A runner’s high soaked into my skin
unlike any other that I had known.
When a violet sun opens
its guttural words spill out.
We sing of a new fear
that we never accept
for a type of subjugation is rebuked
yet widely subscribed to.
Like the samaritan’s adored doctrine
philosophy wars
without tomorrows.
Electric language used to cover a multitude of sins
used by many and understood by few.
Small little shards pierce deep
and I’ve lost my hand.
Insects testify of evils.
Tides rise to destroy.
Someone was murdered on the basement floor.
Another succumbs and crumbles
on the wide road of fire.
But here you are.
Are we sensitive to what we see?
Or have we defined justice and righteousness for ourselves.
If you’re the one gaining in the end,
you’ve done it all wrong.
I don’t need it.
This world cries and pleads
while feeding me toxins and empty promises
of a culture built upon love
yet I see the facade of destruction
hiding underneath their tongues.
Despite it all, nature grows and swells.
Grass glows green and the sun greets me.
The sky turns blue and then fades as it sparkles all around me.
But I don’t need it.