An Eye For Eye Will Make the Whole World Blind

This is for the kids with twists of blue weaved into their locks of hair holes stretching the canvases of their ears and a meager, melancholy smile upon their faces. These are the ones who are stricken down like a slave upon the ground. This is for the kids who rise above the hate like clouds drifting up towards the heavens For those trying desperately not to care knowing that their tomorrow will end in despair For those who turn the other cheek afraid to lift an eye just to sneak a peak at the next fist about to make a mark upon the flesh of their tear stricken faces. There is beauty in balance, but not this kind of soul crushing torment like a sword ripping through flesh taking a bit here and a bit there until there’s nothing left but a pool of blue a black canvas and contorted lips. These are the kids of the future. Those who turn away from the malice. These are the kids that will teach their children to open their arms and embrace to love and and nurture not to deface or torture. Hope is frail but nearly impossible to kill So the light will come to those who stand their ground, never searching for vengeance and those who do deserve penance, will surely be forgiven.