Walking, trying, bleeding.
Striving, crying, pleading.
Is there a way
Out of this mess?
Can you feel
My vocal caress?
Wondering why
We never learn.
Easy as pie
To make a turn.
Can we put
Our heads together?
Feel the burn
Of the whipping leather.
Know the fear
Of a trapped body and soul.
Find a way out
Of this evil role.
Someday soon
We will realize
Why we are
So despised.
A mystery of sorts,
But not without a clue.
We must find a way
To make things new.