This is where I live in
my land on thorns
heart on wheelbarrows.

Ruining one's heart is nothing
but a life, of love and what not.

no, don't leave me alone
or us.
we are the worst ever
not truly the worse.
don't you accredit it
that we have been endlessly the same?
how to change?

Something we don't require?
every vestibule of our world
harrowing to the core.
not a single spot to find
virtue, even in shadows.
anarchy, not a word bubbling
with airy foam;
a culture thriving as progress!
crowd is the name labelled
as "power", central.

Our wail screws them: "lynch them!"

Until accolades showered on them...
let us not look at this frozen body
we know whose it is...
never did he belong to us.
never will he, he is none.