Deplorable

Blood and daggers

they drag like bodies

across the street -

they stagger 

and look at the mess

at their feet.

They march with swords

above their heads and pray

empty words at their beds

with war in their means

and blood between their sheets.

When did it come to this?

Killing just to kill

without reason

and still-

you sleep

without fear of heaven

and believe

that whatever you do

will be pardoned and forgiven.

But what about them?

The buried, the bruised,

massacred and the few

that survived but cannot

speak, yet

you thrived and have

them beat

like insects beneath

the seat that

you take in the

blood of the innocent

like you're divine right

and fit to serve them punishment -

like some divine judgment

fell into your lap

and you just do your part

because you have everything

figured out.

But what about justice?

You think you wrote it

but you don't abide to it

like you don't need it

because it doesn't apply to s**t

regarding you and your selfishness.

So you strut your swords

and strut your stuff

down the streets

and throw your hands up

because you don't ask for TOO much

more than what they already

can't give you.

And you feed into the negative

from within your own view

because their perspective

isn't new to you

you just don't want to see

yourself in the reflective

light of honesty

because that's something

you never even tried to be

or maybe it's just

you never learned it

and if so I'm sorry but

it's too late for excuses,

because you didn't earn any of this

your lying, stealing, killing

didn't win you anything

and I can't even pity you

because you've made a mess

of this city and you

think you own the world

and that you deserve all this glory.

But what about them?

You buried them in brutality

and expect to be treated fairly

like a human being but what

about how you treated them,

Was that fair to you?

I almost don't even want to understand you

because it's people

like you that demand

that attention

but dont give a damn about them

because again it's

about perception.

you feed off that energy

like your starved soul

is hungry for something

it's missing that you're not getting

So why don't you ask for help?

You turn a blind eye

to hands that try to feed you

and you sink your teeth

Into any flesh that sees you

for who you truly are.

I just hope that

when you step over my bones

you see the faces of the ones

that begged you not to-

that told you they had families

and dreams

and so many more years

to see the faces of

their loved ones.

I hope that agony

feeds your starving body

when you swim in the bloody

mess of the ones that

you thought of as nobody.

I hope that the bodies

of the unburied will be

hurried into your thoughts

and remind you that

you will bleed the same amount

as my family did.