Unseen bombs in the strengthened city streets.
A war on thoughts will slay the common man
when wars become concrete and gasoline;
people are dead and yet it was the plan.

A child doesn’t carry candy these days;
they’ll take a knife to school and stand up strong.
A playground dream becomes a heavy haze;
with blood on a hopscotch hilltop: “so long.”

Procrastinate away your true value
obtain a hate for words; ignore your worth.
Practise a life of crime; become so blue.
But you’re so high you won’t come down to earth.

With a change of heart and a change of pace
we could try and prevent the world’s decay.

I had to run so far away
so I simply jumped the fence.
But all they told me was a lie
and now my love’s past tense.

It’s the past that crafts
your origami heart.

Fold the page into a shape,
that makes you who you are.

Once folded it never quite goes back,
lines on the white, darkened to black.

You come out again from the dark
and I open the door.

Tear it up you shout
so you see it no more