Queer As Folk

 

Laborious

yet unfulfilled dreams

Promises made and taken at

face value as the right thing to do

Priceless are the final hours spent

with swollen bellies and sunken eyes

once known as a five and three year old

who won't see the future through the same eyes

Yet they continue to swear and pledge their honor

to a forefather that never went hungry or could not

read a note advising them that their tenure has been

revoked from their white house

Headaches, pains, and bills

only add to the infinite ills

Embarassed and ashamed

another is blamed as other walls are stained

Anger creates ghosts of lives taken prematurely

Daily

And excuses are drummed through decisions

of the wealthy who mock the little ones

praying for their free trip to Paradise

or a dollar to purchase their chance at a dream

Creativity and 15 minutes is what it takes

to get heard saying, "I'm mad as hell, and I don't mind killing somebody!"

To think, three years ago, everyone was so happy