Through my eyes

splendid company they do make

there is always chatter of someone’s poor sake

I haven’t even met everyone

But I get along and have plenty of fun

I don’t know what job each does

Or why they’re standing all

In this lobby that is far too small

I can’t recall where exactly I was

Exactly during this particular buzz

But

Every time, my eyes would shut

I would feel the tense unease of my gut

I felt nevermore surrounded yet all alone

Choked on their vapor till I was stoned

Not a breath more could I inhale

It was now that my judgment was to fail

And They were laughing now at my poor sake

It took all of this to realize they were fake.

Dear Creator, I pray my prayer tonight

That justice find her way through the fight

this house is badly damaged, wrecked, and has needs

but was built on a rock that bleeds

who will stand to re-build, re-form, re-call

DEMAND JUSTICE FOR ALL