Sculpt these words with the joy of your hard work.

Coulor each sentence with
the crimson of your passion.

Engrave into every detail
the essence of You.

Dedication will be the sweat
you wipe from your brow.

Justice is a mask that
eludes the public eye.
Worn by decievers and believers,politicians
and priests,two sides of
the same rusted coin.

Edged on the verge of
truth,lies are spat,votes are cast and offerings are  made.
Oblivious sheep,shaving
their own wool.

Slum dreams burn in candle light.
A flicker of hope against the rage of the night.

Same poem
Same words
cut out,chewed,
spat back and
re-arranged

I'm a Circle in a Box
I defy Euclid
I defy law
I defy words