You made me bleed,
I broke open your scars,
the crimson color running out of our hearts.
To late to stop the bleeding,
I can tell we're repeating,
now it's went through the bandages.
You and I trying to reverse the damages,
but it's to much to manage.
So I'll take the blood and tears you left me with to paint my canvases.
I hear the tick of a clock letting me know every second I am wasting as I scroll through my phone,
the slide of my finger against the screen,
the tap of my thumb as I message someone back,
artificial noise.
Some where there is a child jumping in new puddles,
playing in the soft mud of the Earth,
full of joy.
Some where a child picks springs new dandelions,
blowing on the fluffy seeds to make wishes.
Pledge your life to liberty and justice,
raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,
who are you protecting though?
I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,
children,
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