you!
I know your truth
I live inside your labyrinth of secrets
clever the walls you’ve set up to hide
yea you withhold just as much guilt from innocence as I
projecting your cloak of iniquities upon the labelled and lesser
self righteous in your makeup
you pretend to be this line of salvation and wreckage
this boundary between good and evil
a line of scrimmage for justice and criminals
protecting those that have been wronged
by the wrong
as if they too were never wronged
though you are built on this standard of correction
but more like a base line of opposition
the wars going on outside of you
are just as bad as the ones going on inside of you
but the world inside of you
is but a microcosm of the world outside of you
pretending to be this barrier between the civilized
and the savages
protecting the priveleged
from the indigent
facading as a moral platitude of righteousness
keeping the harmed safe from harmony
though the idea of you erects itself high above reproach
your moral compass has long since been broken
mirroring the fragmented sounds that occupy you
your par agonize lines of justice are made up
fabricated by a false sense of security
and it’s discriminating qualifiers of-
the right
and the wronged
life inside you has lost its humanity purpose and worth
though you find worth
monetarily at least
or you’d too, have no purpose
because you’ve showed as much that
humanity is but a blurred line
a clear line that you draw.
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