The Animal in Man

They can kill our bodies but not our souls,

This splattered blood isn’t our dreams being

Drained from every essence of what makes us us.
They can sew our lips tight but our voices will always get louder.

The scars, blisters and burns on our necks

Are our pride, a victory to show how we overcame.

Through all this, you see us as all things bad,

Black or White skin; we are all the epitome of the gods.

Beautiful People (Haiku)

Beautiful people

Are life's broken symphonies,

Yet we hear them not.

Brothers and sisters

Forced to say goodbye again,

This time forever.

Beautiful people

lost in a wrath they know not

As we watch them soil.

The young, old and bold,

victims of man's endless greed,

Must strive for this life.

Beautiful people,

They are just that, beautiful

Just like you and me. 

Misery's Visage

Smothered by soreness
Mothered by pain,
The sting of numbness gains,
Tears plunge so steep,
This sorrow I can't tame,
Todays chaos has tainted hearts,
Tortured souls and brought life to its knees.
Life like death has a face
This is it...

Today our solidarity,
Our fate and fortitude
Tasted the bitter tang
Of man's iniquity,
For once were lost like sheep,
Our light glows without admiration,
Forces known to steal our cause,
Have come to paint the sky dark,
Today the brute in man was seen.

Despite this odium,
Our cause will gain strength,
Our unity will hold with truth,
They that will cry will be calmed,
In us a victor is born,
We will reflect and not forget
The gloomy duo acts
Of he who calls himself right.
Will forever burn in us.

Revulsion will not glue
Our broken hearts,
For once man holds no answer,
Time will see us through
This dark age of silence.