-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Scar Tissue _._._._

When pity is the greatest receipt,
That your wounds will gain,
And victory is the greatest deceit,
When considering the pain.
An itch that cannot be scratched.

Hardened casing of fleshy steel,
Senseless and unyielding ,
But on the inside you can feel,
The agony it's shielding.
A smooth, furrowed, hairless callous

Dead undifferentiated tissue,
Nerveless, strong and whole,
But that's not the issue,
When it's flesh denied a soul.

Connective tissue, holding the vital pieces,
Unconnected, incommunicado and insensate,

And when the scars outweigh the flesh,

How will you know until it's too late...

Never Trust a Man in a Mask

Never trust a man in a mask,
You cannot see his eyes,
He only answers the questions you ask,
With vague and spurious lies

And the masks worn in high places,
It should come as no surprise,
Are bland white bloodless faces,
Above bland grey suits and ties

You cannot see the insipid grin,
Nor hear the mocking sigh,
As they slowly reel you in,
With yet another Big Lie.

No matter how smoothly spoken,
Their words mean nothing,
Their promises will be broken,
And they will be laughing.

Do NOT trust them, do NOT listen to their lies,
Because it is we; the people,
That they; our so called leaders, despise!

Mother

Mother said to her children:
Scratch my skin with your nails,
But leave me time to heal.
Tire me with your needs,
But let me rest and recover.
Soil me, if you will,
But I must be able to clean myself.
Use me: I am yours,
And they did.

A white man came in a ship, with a gun,
He shredded her skin with razors,
And rubbed her with chemical salts.
He drowned her with waste,
And raped her tirelessly day, after day, after day.
He shat upon her face,
And suffocated her totally in excrement.

But still she lives!