Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Post Fourty-Two.

Carry the commotion of such adolescent speech.
Save it for the stage,
Where your words will really reach.
Risk a message to fall on ears,
Deaf to reason.
Out of the norm,
Considered no more than treason.
Society today,
Motivation how we lack,
Leaving future generations to pick up the slack.
Is this what you meant by a better tomorrow?
Kids living on the street.
Can you see through my eyes,
As I can see through you lies?
Spiraling downward.
Mankind at its all time low.
On display and you've front row tickets to the show.

Devin thinks when I read that, it sounds like something Saul Williams would write.
I don't like the end.
It needs work.