This voice screams
Silently in my head
And it seems
I must ignore the dread
Pressing against the seams
Like 1000 pounds of lead
Poisoning my dreams
As I lay awake in bed
Silencing the screams
Ringing in my head

Every day
All work
No play
For 40 years
Or til’
You pass away

We stand
At the precipice
******* our breath
Before the free fall plunge
Into the cold
Dark abyss

No words can describe the sadness I feel
Listening to musings of those mad with power
Dividing this house with vigor and zeal,
With no ear for cries of the people devoured.
Then again, does it even matter what’s right?
Victors write history, and a win is a win  
Regardless of rules, or how ***** they fight.
Will it be enough to hide the truth of the sin?

At what point do unprecedented times
Just become the times in which we’re living?

When “breaking news” elicits no emotion,
But a passing thought of “here we go again.”

Has the endless cycle of historic moments,
Broken a generation of hopeful souls?

Numbly scrolling through endless chaos.

The luster has worn off
Revealing the worm eaten rot
Of unvarnished racism