Well, we curse to.
Till we see the crack.
There is a point of light
but the darkness will come back.

So, I sit and swallow
pure sugar cane hope,
that sprouts in my throat
and grows into sorrow.
Until, I am paralyzed
by surprise.

People pay the politicians
to secure their poorer positions
while wealthy businessmen
keep on ******* them
with their business interest.

Another click and they unfriend,
another day as I try and bend
contorting myself to see their side
while they hide behind the lies
and bullet hole riddled talking points.

They say god bless America
and pray to support the troops
while I say no more war
please and thank you.
I tell them the truth
but they just call me an *******
and do what they were programmed to do.

I guess this poetry is more for me
then it is for you,
but you can share it to.
if your feeling blue
then this truths for you.

I love you
and peace out.