The Living Has Ended
We, us,
Wander
these streets, congealed
in decades-old smoke
Steel
smudged with grimy fingers,
and Anonymous Filth,
and we ponder aloud
why we keep choosing to live.
past the crowded shops
alphabet towers
scrunched together
this sickly family photo
with too many strangers
crammed together
forced to smile.
We were once taught to love
our brothers
taught
to dream for a better future.
Now, we are taught
to condemn
and mock
these precise dreams.
FUCK
LOVE
COMPASSION
REALIZING OUT POTENTIAL
TO CREATE
A BRIGHTER WORLD
A BEAUTIFUL UNIVERSE
amid the dusty, rust-infested cars,
greasy buses,
seats smeared with fast food wrappers,
nervous sweats, desperate perspiration,
All
which keep these bodies warm,
these prisoners,
captives in a grey, vegetated sanitariums
Warm
Safe.
We still wander.
We still dream
of
A Brighter
Safer Universe.
