Cowards Hide

Old people become like children.
They need care and monitoring.
Broken and unrepairable.
Stained, torn, & unwearable.
Empty & no longer full.
Anger takes you like a raging bull.
Motivation pushes & pulls.
Through & behind locked doors.
Solid brick walls coward's hide from us all.
Guilt has shame.
Responsability blames.
Isolated and insane.
Somethings stay the same.
Sometimes people, places, or things change.
Somehow all becomes strange.
Memories rearrange.
Ambitions & goals get deranged.
Shattered dreams are pained.
Credit is untamed.
Wild hearts are never tamed.
Fallen through the cracks like
Grains of sand.
Your destiny is purified in your hands.
You fall where you land.
"Family" has you labeled & banned.
Inspirations & aspirations get canned.
Your future is never planned.
Traffic flow is slowed & jammed.
Victims are slandered & slammed.
Innocence gets damned.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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