you scream like the shattering glass of too many broken windows
found in an abandoned house, in an abandoned field of an abandoned life..

suit up for battle,
                           the trees are now spinning like forgotten reels thrown on
                           a blank screen - & now we’re all the same (all over again)

tolerance, not ignorance is the cure
so step in line for your very own dose

& open these doors that lead to brighter hallways
                                                (& brighter days)

spotlights keep spinning in my mind again as unrest
has found me sitting under that deepest tree, & there’s no use running away from

                                                  what things really mean..