When words fall short, the form will aid
Alas, the dream of freedom fades ~ You scoff and think I overstate.
We yell from both sides of the room
~ and only hear what echoes back
~ a world that’s only white or black
it came upon us way too fast / some ran to life, we chose to hide.
she wants her hands upon the tool / the danger that it holds compels
the cliche question – men or mice?