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…