I am.
I’m the dying atheist without a prayer;
The predator preying on innocent children’s stares.
I’m the lonely boy bleeding on his bathroom floor;
The whore begging for more.
I’m the business man with a hidden agenda;
The proper housewife boozing on her home’s veranda.
I’m the thirteen year old shoving her finger down her throat;
The gay politician without a single vote.
I’m the schoolteacher without a degree;
The town ravaged by death tolls and mountains of debris.
I’m the father kicking his offspring;
The gifted soprano too afraid to sing.
I’m the teenage mother without support;
The estranged parent fighting to see their children in court.
I’m the brilliant writer too drunk to care;
The terrified convict gagged and bound to The Chair.
I’m the mother mourning for her son at war;
The rebellious teenager silently wishing for some to notice, to adore.
I’m the man living out of a box;
The group of wild birds, flying up in the sky, together in large flocks.
I am.
The predator preying on innocent children’s stares.
I’m the lonely boy bleeding on his bathroom floor;
The whore begging for more.
I’m the business man with a hidden agenda;
The proper housewife boozing on her home’s veranda.
I’m the thirteen year old shoving her finger down her throat;
The gay politician without a single vote.
I’m the schoolteacher without a degree;
The town ravaged by death tolls and mountains of debris.
I’m the father kicking his offspring;
The gifted soprano too afraid to sing.
I’m the teenage mother without support;
The estranged parent fighting to see their children in court.
I’m the brilliant writer too drunk to care;
The terrified convict gagged and bound to The Chair.
I’m the mother mourning for her son at war;
The rebellious teenager silently wishing for some to notice, to adore.
I’m the man living out of a box;
The group of wild birds, flying up in the sky, together in large flocks.
I am.