We see but we don’t feel
Apathy
We hear but we don’t speak
Injustices
We allow the innocent to be Consumed
While we give praise to the wicked
A blind eye turned
A ravens feast
Laid bare the pickings-
Thus, the glass house shatters from within
Its columns of shame is
All that remains…
…we the people
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
We see but we don’t feel
Apathy
We hear but we don’t speak
Injustices
We allow the innocent to be Consumed
While we give praise to the wicked
A blind eye turned
A ravens feast
Laid bare the pickings-
Thus, the glass house shatters from within
Its columns of shame is
All that remains…
…we the people
