on the sidewalks of our childhood homes in the eyes of our forgotten fathers with clenched teeth and caught breath the group gasps and stares at our appearance
on the doorsteps of a new generation in the hearts of a nation and a world with fiery purpose and composed attitude the children and the elders walk alone
on the minds of all humanity in the works of every artist with despair and treachery at hand the words of our mouth turn black
on the faces of a billion tiny ants in their tiny feet marching together with direction but no meaning the queen feels no remorse
on the page but not the cover in the text but not the surmise with metaphor and simile the realizations come too slow
on the ground in the skies with peacefulness and anger too the world is all there is