If she is just the rib of man,
I'm less worth than a dog's collar.
the muttering of veterans
of a war called Vietnam,
and my own mind
I was not eighteen.
but yet I've seen
worse of humanity
Every **** kid
sees the news.
feed-back,
a bully's blame,
until the suicide.
Homeless streets
in the city.
I've seen fathers,
arguing
with daughters
and chasing them,
for honor killings?
I'm ghosting
today's humanity.