• This wasn’t the way it was supposed to end.

    It was absolutely beautiful here.

    Overfilling with

    Artists
    Poets
    and
    Dreamers.

    They used to dance in the streets
    And sing to the onlookers.

    They were the heart of the carefree streets.

    Their eyes were the colors of light;
    Never the shade of the ominous night.

    Passion was their career
    They fought all fear to achieve it.

    And love was always the home they returned to.

    They would take out the ammo from loaded guns each night
    -bullets were words with soft metal casings-

    And they would relax until the stars would grant them rest
    Allowing their fantasies to be outlived.

    This was the beautiful world that we felt thankful to live in.

    And the peace was somehow doomed to end.

    It became invaded by the
    Greedy.
    by the
    Perverted
    by the
    Needy.

    They were angry.
    And they took our world by its skinny wrists
    And put us in a chokehold of our own guiltless desires.

    They came in to laugh
    To point
    And mock us.

    And they took everything in hind sight away.

    Until the roads were mud
    And the signs were bent
    And buildings were locked by countless men.
    Whose stomachs beheld the key.

    And we could only watch
    Could only stare
    As our world was taken from us.

    This wasn’t the way it was meant to begin.