It's pointless to try
To escape life's traps
Man made snares
Of despair
And regret
We wrap ourselves
In the barbed wire
Of laws and civility
And pity our neighbor
As he's sliced to death
We pour salt and new wine
Into our own wounds
Screaming out
Deaf to ourselves
Blind to our tormentor
We beg for more
Believing a few more
Rusty nail rules
And razor sharp laws
Will free us from ourselves
Friday, March 2, 2012
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