Our nerves are shot & still, we try.
Living under fire to get by.
Persevere thru prosecution.
Out is thru this revolution.
One eye skyward & one ahead.
This constant state of war & dread.
Conflicted, we keep trucking on.
When backs touch walls we find our brawn.
The state of man has always been…
Violence, conflict & basest sin.
Angry boys resenting mother.
Ugly shown to every other.
Some rise above with grit & will.
Some coast right thru by being still.
Wealth parties as their ivory leans.
Soon, it will rain down all their means.
L.B.Stowe 