how funny in the darkest places

you see the brightest lights

 

in tears sunny faces

for hope cede their rights

 

in dirt purity rise

a consolation a shore

 

imaginary gods

giving you support

 

but even after breaking

all the bracing lies

 

still I can see in the darkest eyes

a glimpse of a familiar crying child

 

with deafening screams

taking my head and my mind

 

to a time when we were all alike

breaking the faces of the meanest

 

to give them instead my eyes

a person I could've been a life I could've had

 

the oppressors and the oppressed

a society breaking us apart 

 

programmed to start a fight

giving life to flames

 

now burning our ground

burning slowly our hearts

 

denying our need of love