Reality

I cannot stand here and see our mothers weep Weep over the bodies of sins of our children scream over the gifts of bullets that envelope itself into the innocence of our bodies And pierces the bloody gates of our soul I cannot stand to see our father’s anger As we see his daughter kneel on the floor of genocide To give pleasure to a man she doesn’t even know As she stands upon mercies pole and strips off each layer of protection To show her birthday suit to the men of greed and lust And I cannot stand to see our parents cry When they see their children swallow pills of despair and insecurity To hide behind the darkness that frees us from the hate of words that creep at us from every corner