The drops of rain
Play a leaf like a drum
While desperate men
Are murdered
By a faceless enemy
My eyes are drawn near
Until the drops
Begin drawing lines
On my face
And my vision becomes blurry
Between life giving
And indifferent existence
I wish to become
As nature is
In harmony
Soothing
Instinctual
At times heartless
But beautiful
And without worry
I must ask
In what world of deception
Must the magic of caring
Overcome its daily death?
Where good men remain silent
Preferring to live anonymously
For fear of losing everything
Or the respect
Of a zealot
Who wrote the rules
That bind us mercilessly
Inside the pressure resonates
With looming consciousness
Where the end provides comfort
To rational thoughts early death
As time is killed needlessly
Take from me
The lashes of my weaknesses
Hurtful pride
Ruthless selfishness
Contrived masculinity
Look not my way for your ambition
For I will not die for you
I will not bow down
I will not pretend to understand
I will exchange your judgment
For my self-respect
All that remains is true integrity
Washing over me
Until I can no longer accept anything
But the truth
Of the horror
That you peddle endlessly