I just need some time away To remember why I stay. I dig my grave- a lifeless slave. Busting away at earth With my plague Of words. Build me up To shoot me down In the street with everyone watching. You cannot **** the idea of peace, Only the people who march To its immaculate tune. Leeching off of teachings Of those who fought These same battles Before us- In yesterday's’ pages of history. You cannot ban words From the herds In a country that advertises Freedom of speech. The summer peach Is turning grey. Can you tell me Why I stay?