A Fledgling Desire Masked By Fear – Unhinged Poem

Fatally yours through a shit storm of hate,

handfuls of pocket nothing’s thrown in your face,

a pain in the arse,

a slap in the nuts,

reverberated something’s,

another death in our street,

we call for a signature of design,

a building undone,

mankind with one skin,

flesh of your flesh,

drink for tomorrow,

sleep today,

for this place ain’t our home anymore..