in the presence of an angel we would cower,
but we have felt injustice and lack of
power looking at you.
Broken and shards of you corrupt the streets,
bruises and stitches cannot contain the
energy of your spark.
You may be a monster but giants never
understand,that the world is full of misery,
and you’re just playing in the sand.
you may be “ruthless”, but those only make
up the letters of “truth”

c.a.