I shall keep you close to my heart
And smother you with my art

The change in my pocket isn't enough to bring about change
It's strange that accepting this doesn't make me feel strange

The twenty pack I casually smoke away
Keeps me from worrying how much I make in a day

As I read thoroughly every article in the paper about you
It makes me wonder, am I really glad that we're through?

I fear leaving the confines of my thoroughly sanitised bubble
For I know that when I enter again, so shall rubble

Poised atop the rubble out there stands a figure, bruised and weary
Her eyes glisten not with lust but with passion; her thoughts, priceless; but her looks, dreary

As always I shall try and end on a high
As per the Wright brothers, if you obsess enough, one day you WILL fly.

Concrete full of blood
Skies, smoke-filled clouds

Poison, don't you see
INDUCING VOMITING
Of every freedom you hold

Incubators, landfills
For
Food deserts
Soul Scavengers
Bullet and knife showers
Parentless parents
Starving children
Hotbeds for addiction

Metropolises
Harvesting humans like ants
Where democracy manufactures
Oppressed consumers out of the masses
Majority starving for death

Poison, don't you see
INDUCING VOMITING
Of every freedom you hold

Those borders you revere
Hijacking your body and mind
Legislating no burning of the flag
Where they clean their blood-drenched hands on
Can you tell what side your on
When you agree, they hold a different nationality

When can there be actual solidarity?
Profets of freedom, alienating OUR power to be
When in doctrine, legislature, and policy
Hierarchizing who deserves to be free

In contempt, not compliance
In pain, not numb
Reactive, not inactive
Burning, boiling, shivering
Out of injustice

Poison, don't you see
INDUCING VOMITING
Of every freedom you hold

How can you keep suffering,
When you face the truth