I sit watching

Life’s flow from someone else’s

Youth carved into the moment

 Was devoid

To every mind’s clean slate

Cracked from the shocked

Shattered obsessive vibrations

Replete with things harsh and unclean

Against the face of a child

Take hold of innocence and protect

Against cutting realities reaching

To destroy the collective trust

By tearing the heart of virgin youth.

We are not safe

Of all the wilds so near

It was the hand of hate

That tore the heart’s glimmer

From the house of trust

We are not safe

On a room of glass

Barred against destruction was destroyed

Where a child was mourned

No one’s just hand breaks the house of trust 

We are not safe

Under pillars of faithful’s

Children vexed are against me

For fighting against the elder’s humiliating

Discourse in the dissociated house of trust

We are not safe

From the rains that penetrate us

Such a venom stains our being

To distill horror into the everyday

This is our life in the house of broken trust.