Frailty

Frailty

I see thru’ themes, sometimes like dreams

When treading thru’ the streets I hear screams

The sound is mine inside my head

Outside of the witnessed normality that I’ve dread

The scene is mortality that wishes everyone dead

One day the reality regardless of homestead

Yet we fight and strive never to concede

The human mission to breed and pretend that we succeed

Hear the crying, praying and pleading

For that soulful blessing at the end of the reading

In between the breaths taken reality strikes

Sounds of beatings, whippings and gunshots at night

Darkness always hides the jagged edges

Imagination is humanity’s night protecting from the light

So we can smile and see the new day as Genesis

Then turning the corner witness the disappearing car of the coroner