Taking their rightful,
Place on the wrong,
Side of historical,
And perceived curses.

On either side of,
The crimson divide,
Sat two hearts that,
Beat out untruths.

The month came,
To me, of the same,
Need to feel good,
Again, 'cos I am no wood.

In life such desire manifests,
Upon ones creativity one invests,
Upon ones intelligence one banks,
Upon ones wisdom is placed resilience;

Upon the strength of ages,
Past, future and present,
Upon the combined forces,
Of goodwill and positivity;

A man may come,
Into his own,
Or lose it all upon,
Some flimsy whimsy negativity.

Unfit women deliver,
Babies to be sold,
Into any fold,
Just for some paper.

As worthless as it becomes,
Increasingly is hard to get,
The struggles of stable incomes,
Stacked against the failed goals set.

They act one way,
But reveal another,
They say good today,
But really do not bother;

Thiers is a milky mirror,
Reflecting good intentions,
Whereas behind the door,
Lay unimaginable tribulations;

Once out of the womb,
The state clothes poverty,
People pay their way to the tomb,
Accompanied by all sorts of uncertainty;

Thus empty husks await,
Liberation at the borders,
Stuck here, tolerating what fate,
Over there, better opportunity reorders.