Awake!

Broken porch swings creek out a dying age.
Screen doors replaced by wood slapped silence.
Long have gone the days of street ball play.

Rage dances on my tongue, when I hear their song.
Begging pleas, asking me to vote for this continued misery.

With spite I bite into my mind, wishing to find the perfect line,
That would show the world this ploy destroyed.

What will it take? Another grand mistake?
Or a war brought back from history?
Who will fight? For their right to dethrone hierarchy?
Who else must die, for life to continue this way?

Broken toys, pencil lines, marking time - a growth chart with meaning.
Once a child stood representing dreams. Meaningless it seems.
The home now empty, orange stickers color fate - Abandonment they claim.
While the child now grown, clings to his phone, demanding clearing.

As more skyscrapers rise, our world shadowed lies, behind.
Automobiles in steady line, while pavement poisons minds.
As many fall to the scheme, unable to race time.
A woman no longer seen for her absolute meaning, only now
A billboard feature, a positioned airbrushed creature.

The child raises praise, to a future filled with hate.
While the teacher fights on, praying to stays strong.
Science screams of scams, said from the suited man.
Who wishes to find a way, to pay his debts away.
Too bad women are chased away, from intellectual meaning.
For from their hips, coming mankind's beings.

What lines can I write?
What lines can I write?
What lines can I write?

What lines will you read?