Rigid words sunk into his soft-spoken skin; Pale faces like dominoes, fresh and ready to drop. Mother Nature's clothing hung from identical bait. Peace-keepers and their machinery, step, step, hop. Honor gained at morality's cost; Foreign lands to the eyes of a hawk leaves no pause Their claws evacuate a population of concrete heart. No mercy or plea can stop them from fighting for their cause. Blind bangs targeted at their prayers and hopes Bouncing, or breaking through a bull's eyed wall. Pupils diluted as a distant, scorching Sun Returning depression; pictures flung on a golden painted hall.
Exit the eyes of majority, enter the tongue of grievance