Innocence, That Luxury
Don’t you
hate the word alleged?
It’s a
concept sitting on a ledge
And it’s
a nearsighted view we have
Oh
frustration and goddamnit, it’s so unclear!
It might
be a politician or lying submission
Accuser
pointing a finger in my direction!
Horror’s
felt by the innocent
Sweat and
tremors shake the guilty
Nobody
knows, for sure, that momentary stop
Did I
blink too quick or smile like a croc?
Human
psyche rather fragile
I cling
to my coffee cup that rings normality
They
think the Twilight Zone was a terrifying show
They
don’t know, a real life predicament is terror from below
Mercy and
justice stand over me
Which one
I choose destroys or sets me free
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