Matthew

Without a thought what are we? Are we a cripple of fate? A creature writhed with disease? Promise of nothing for some, A fallen soldier betrayed. Individuals are killed. Firestorms rain on their minds. Another thought becomes void. People tear in their anger; Conformity dominates. Propaganda fills the air (Lies of relief to belief) Disbelief, although consumes. We wait and wait for answers, Then, shadowed our thoughts by school. Teaching of how we should act, Filling over our ideas. This poem to be in fact! The lines are at exact count. This line breaks the chain for the whole thing.