We are not poets. Nor are we artists. We are the bleeding hearts Daring to rebel. Society cuts this world into careful little blocks. Devided by cold cut stones forced to comply. And yet, If you look a little closer, you will notice, Not us, for you will never see our face But you will see our fragments. The pieces of us we leave behind for you Scattered among these cold stone walls Words we have carved into the stone With our own ****** nails. Proof that we exsist. Proof that you can to. So here we are, Strings of letters And scattered lines, All echoing the same war cry. “We Are Here.” "Are You?"