A ringing in my ear
The soft cry of children
My innocence slaughtered
Where did time go
I lay here awake
Aware of the mess
Who dragged me from my bed?
My fists are cut and ******
And the bottle lay empty
Another night out?
Butchered tree in my pocket
There’s more to it than this
An endless road lie yonder
The heat waves friendly
I see you but hear nothing
I don’t wave back
Another left behind
Learning new ways to walk
Have we forgotten how to live?
Worshiping false idols
Media is a speedy vehicle
Inebriated driver behind the wheel
The minds of the masses
A thirst never quenched
I laugh as I know
And wander off the road
I think I found a new place to go
The land of maize
But I’m not lost
I have no place to be
Do you?
-AJT
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
A ringing in my ear
The soft cry of children
My innocence slaughtered
Where did time go
I lay here awake
Aware of the mess
Who dragged me from my bed?
My fists are cut and ******
And the bottle lay empty
Another night out?
Butchered tree in my pocket
There’s more to it than this
An endless road lie yonder
The heat waves friendly
I see you but hear nothing
I don’t wave back
Another left behind
Learning new ways to walk
Have we forgotten how to live?
Worshiping false idols
Media is a speedy vehicle
Inebriated driver behind the wheel
The minds of the masses
A thirst never quenched
I laugh as I know
And wander off the road
I think I found a new place to go
The land of maize
But I’m not lost
I have no place to be
Do you?
-AJT
The new place one finds amidst the chaos of society can either be physical or mental
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