We roam these streets of burning rubble;
Robbed of our innocence and compensated with a rifle
Arms strong from carrying ammunition.
Bodies weak from cocaine and malnutrition.
Cease thinking of me and I will forever remain a concept.
A project for out of work actors seeking to regain recognition.
The face beside a number to call with your donation.
I kill because I am the fulcrum of evil.
I die because you ignore my existence.
1 comment:
...i feel like im part of the group-that-watches-carefully-but-does-no-good...
but honeslty, i like the way you wrote this -
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