Your future
begins
at the start                                    
of every thought
you create

Is it not our shame
that is decaying
between the widening cracks
of our broken thoughts
where we gaze
through the eyes
of our masks
that were never
educated enough
to educate
us

Are we lost
within the graveyards
of pious broken thoughts
where our past memories
of intent
still weakly crawl
between the light of the moon
and the headstones
of regret
like slowly fading ghosts
we forget
the task we were given
when we brought life
into this world
the task
of building a road
where our children
could proudly boast
that they gave
their blood
sweat and tears
for us
yet
like slowly fading crippled ghosts
we still walk the graveyards
of broken thoughts
where we cry
behind the masks we wear
while smiling
at a reflection
of a fading ghost
who cares

Have you barred
your feelings
from the thoughts
that wish to know
why you hide
behind
other people's denial
within a comfort zone
where your feelings
keep telling you
this
is not
your home

Are you one
of the frightened ones
who finds it hard
to keep your door ajar
to look a little further
from the things
you think you are

Rare Are the eye's
That show respect
Without Fear
Of being wrong

That shows
The honesty within In a world
Where Honesty
Is Feared

We live in a place
Where animal species
Are being Hunted
To near extinction
For their bones
For their fur
For their paws
And Yet
WE are not
On the endangered
Species list
WE are Forced To hide
by our mother's
WE are
Hunted
The day
WE start to breath
Codemned
By our own skin
For most of us
Who live
Long enough
WE know
If we are not with those
Who are human
We shall without a doubt
Lose body parts
To the machete
For the magic show
That starts
When they hunt
One of us
A Dying Breed