I drive while I am overthinking,
watching as I run through
a hundred thousand
floating firefly butts
that lessen the darkness of
the highway I’ve been
driving;
  
Reflecting on
the corruption
of politicians,
and businessmen
who are war
profiteering,
arming up soldiers,
and bringing military
grade gear
for policemen
to use here
within our own borders.

How these thugs
take their orders
from the rot at top
and brutally torture,
hearts once hopeful
that now turn to dust.

I am amazed by
the ease at which
I see all that ****
but keep on
swimming through
the gross cesspool.
I know I can walk away
but I am fool
who has something to say.

Evan though,
there are no great
ways to demarcate
stages of human pain. cont.

I have been furnished
with a burning furnace,
a form famished for
seeing those justice ignored
even the score.