IT BEGAN AT HOME

Your fake smiles do not feed my soul and I do not trust my surface anymore:

we were swimming in the lake the last day of that rebellion then there came the lies our bodies drowning while we fiercely dispised our useless lungs:

the real nothingness of that fake oxygen; and well_______ if they had won why would we have shot our sons our daughters with discomfort?

Will our wounds be already healed? Will shallow people finally understand the meaning of the artful noise of broken bones?

Nobody knows and we don’t really mind as this human parade is turning people blind_____