I hear the sound
Of oppression,
Protruding  the veins
Of innocents
I hear the sound
Of Impediments
Rushing towards the
Innocence
Venomous it becomes
So be it deadly..

I go up
I go down
Meandering here and there
Moving hither and tether
I need an abode
My love will rescue
the innocent innocence
The rhetoric be
Where is the abode?

I do have an option
Daunting begone
Scathing unwrapped
Suggest I do have
No matter how be
A *** be a ***
Cannot be spoon!