11.23am 30/10/18
the youth are trapped and we’ve lost faith in them
their minds a palisade you scale by sunset to discover
blowflies nesting in the crevices
broken brittle but brave they
spit in the face and fall prey
to the same chase avarice delight
loss of grace you’d think by now
we’d have figured out a better way
but still we stay tranquillo with no
way out
yet