I gaze upon the many,
the many that wear a frigid stare,
eyes that appear so cold and lifeless,
the brain behind them that doesn't care.

Emotionless movement, just going through the motion,
perched on a porch, ain't nothing constructive,
blackened hearts and angry vibes,
the look of a criminal and all that will be destructive.

I feel so unsafe as I lock every door,
aware in Kansas, anymore I am not,
I pray for their souls in hopes they see light,
how they were loved in their life, and hadn't forgot.




written by me... ..