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Social Faces, Social Graces

Caution is thrown to the dogs

In my mind again.

Like a scimitar spinning through the air,

Intangible thoughts forever frozen

In time, reciprocating the same

Hopes, dreams, aspirations and fears.

And yet...and yet...

Some lives are criminally wasted? Some desires can

Uproot everyone around us.

Soul destroying, star crushing, blood pumping existence!

Oh- it is strange to be a baby kestrel 

In this culture of hidden, tasty worms.

Stranger yet to never find the words at the right

Time, place, century. I know this- 

The wrong words by the right people can murder a generation.

Can be the difference

Between love and hate, longing and togetherness.

How can so much feeling be in a moment? 

I don\'t know how. All I know now is:

This is the tiredness sleep cannot steal away

Like a robber in the night. This is the black and white

Game of chess, on top of a monument 

Built by blood, sweat, tears and hope.

Caution is thrown to the dogs 

In this dog eat dog world.

In my mind again. 

 

 

Social Faces, Social Graces by Sarah Fox