What is justice in this world?
Sweet salty tears
Or acid blood-driven years?
Joy filled days of forgiven fate
Or crumbling buildings in decay?
Heart-felt laughter of children at play
Or toppled cried of dismay
Warm blankets, giving way to sleep
Or broken down minds left to weep
Fresh aromas linger everywhere there
While the rest of us break and tear
-HD
The story of us is written in our skin, our face
Body movement, and the way we laugh.
It is screamed at us, little that we can do
But show who we are
Others try to deceive us with looks and locks
But we just can’t see
That’s why we believe
Into making ourselves entangled in their silly cause
So don’t edit your story, because it’s already written
HD