Where can I put the pain of the world?
Can I stuff it inside while people buy the lie
that the race to possess is worth the pain they cause?

I want to heal them all.
I want to catch the fallen
the broken people calling
Out for mercy.

So I take it all in
one video,
one picture,
one story,
one movie,
one piece at a time.

Let it simmer in my stomach,
till I’m full of ulcers,
till the tension is to powerful,
till I’m a poet bomb
ready to explode
and let my ink bleed out
what humanity
has planted inside of me.