you have an impressive physical physique but what of your consciousness can you say the same your capacity for tenacity is unparalleled though your vain attempts at kindness, feats to astound a charismatic prowess a star reacher rested on the ground your head's in the clouds at your own allowance and there's no coming down
writhe under the boot, a heel you were born to its imprint pressed onto your cheek a mark you'll bare no matter the distance in the pursuit of liberty in hopes of justice just for a chance at happiness where did our virtues go? were there ever any at all?
we stood tall; free and unabridged a testament to our youths
but when they called us down we stayed standing our height shrunk wrinkles worn on torn porcelain a graying of old stone
we grew fatter off decadent fruit while caged animal fed on imprisoned others and the minority was culled to a head in internment camps in privatized prisons in the courts and the legislator's building in the very creation of the nation stillborn at conception an aborted fetus carried to term delivered, to be chucked to the wayside weened off the milk of a tormenting yearn to make, to build, to think, and learn but we stifle that now in favor of rockets to fly leaning toward oil to burn will there be a scream when we die or will this silence hold firm?