am i here or there?

the tv shows us a world that hides the real one

beats back the messengers
sent out

hidden by their cloaks of madness
-- the prophet's invisible crucifix

bleeding, moaning softly

as the deluded ones pass by and offer the hate that binds their illusions

the same us vs them that drove the wordless apes

that drove me to grow up with with hate for kids
from 5 miles away in Indiana

in another small town...
an idea driven into my young head by cheerleaders and pep rallies

now from a city far away
 I see how small my world was...

and how small the world of most still is...
the rivalries range from race to the nose on our face

i read myself with fear these days

battered by the realizations of who i am

what i hrave become

taunted by all the should have beens/could have beens/the lack of justice

that leads the unworthy to power

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