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 ~REFLECTING MOMENTS~

BURNING LEAD


I could not muster up an apology
`tho they did not give a damn
I could not and should forever not
fit into their fist pounding mold

A written and moral obligation
problem, is not mine, I whisper
...seems, they acted very well
to achieve that whimsical duplicate

Traditionally and uniform
they all stood erect and parallel
I giggled like a teenage girl
but not for the reason you think

Somehow or another, they thought
in a strange, caged mannerism
that we should all be shelved  
thick inside that cubicle

I choke to think, strangulation
and suffocation of rights raped
taking the very foundation away
that made us and that actually molded us

Then, I slow to ponder worse
often, it is...what...it is my pets
somehow, someone became the monster
that would tether our hands together

Enemy to foe and for that we scratch
at each other like sickened animals
rapid with rabies, of an another kind
thoughtless, can be very dangerous

So, We sink back into our dirty little holes
peeking out, every now and again
to see whom else, that might be conquering
that old free nation, of burning lead

Written by,
Abby lynn
Jan. 9  2014
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