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Spiked  6/25/2014

How long we wait

Depends on the promise

And the person

But even then we all get tired

And become disappointed.

It’s good to follow your heart

But it’s also good to pay attention 

Because sometimes the innocent are used

By the vile and the duplicitous. 

The hands reach down

Farther and farther each day

Never missing a chance

To reward childish vanity

And unabashed hatred.

I see it every day

The false power

Of position and preferment

And all of it becomes

Top heavy and lethargic.

Existing on the backs of the good

Until the weight becomes too great

And it snaps the camel’s back

Just like it always has. 

All of it is a knife

Pointed at our backs

Raised out of view

And ready to attack. 

How can I be surprised

When I feel  the piercing pain?

And turn around to see

The lifeless eyes of murder.

We are nothing but tools

Expendable and worthless

Because even in death

We are forgotten

On purpose.

Anyone could see the pattern

Staring us in the face

That everything has a plan

To penalize someone

For something. 

Pure hatred will not

Differentiate between

Guilt or innocence

But merely lashes out

Out of envy and pride.

That is the truth

Cold hard and deadly

Slicing through your lungs

And piercing your heart. 

But isn’t that man

Always angry

Unwilling to ask

And see the truth. 

Forcing the outcome

Even if it’s wrong

Because it takes true strength

To understand

And learn. 

Without the truth

And without discomfort

We will never grow

And there we will  remain

Infantile and stunted.

Deep in your heart

You know

Now go ahead

And turn around.