The Futility Of Helplessness

Watching a father watch his children die
And I don’t even cry
It’s like I’ve been desensitised
Because are they even alive
If their skin isn’t white
And I know it’s all shite
But they believe it’s true
They don’t see me in you
Anymore
And every closed door
Is an opening somewhere else
Your health is your wealth
And I watch it wane
But I fear death in vain
Because a light has come on
And once it does the darkness is gone
And the midnight ensue
Is nothing to the colours of you
As they fly on the wall
What is it at all
That makes the world go round
In the absence of sound
And eternal flame
Is the Word the same as its name

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