I watch the frustrated people in line,barely able to wait.
the ritual of numbing at stores, in front of TV's and with substances to take them away.
I feel the roar of cars driven too fast on roads too small to contain them all.
I know the fear in the eyes of those who don't know what to do,but need something done.
My heart is skewered with injustice,bleeding rage, with no way to release it upon whom needs it
Those who takes the wealth of nations unto himself,shamelessly,the toxic mouths of the fundamentalist
the hot stares of bigots,paranoid glances of the insecure..the stigma of need..I roar as the walls inside my mind.
I see desperation,I feel sadness,and small,insignificant.
The ache of want of escape, to stand before the thieves of our equal rights, The fortunate oblivious and the plotters that harm us all and scream NO,you Can't DO that! For a moment my veins run with fire,my heart cold as steel.
Then as soon as the burning fades, What if arrives attended by hope and desire than fear of unknown risk,futures an lives..and inertia falls upon me like
a two ton pillow of self deceit,
speaking the selfish dream of to not be the one to have to raise the first fist
and reaction to dash me into pieces,as my fire ignites those around me.