We single out the forgotten son,

waving his ignorance in the worlds face,

a target mistaken for a man,

a man misused as a plan,

we sense and sin,

we give freedom without hope,

a tomorrow lost,

a dawn of dystopian dysfunctional disasters,

like a millipede without any legs,

our isolation of insanity,

flesh scrubbed clean,

with flowers of fornication,

we live,

we breath,

but we don’t see…