Stones That Hurt

Rock hard feelings, empty my mind, like stones thrown against glass, shattered, painful, that hurt

Innocent children, old folks that are forgotten, like clouds in the sky, once recognized, once beautiful, then they fade

Fade into society, taken by crime, violent paintings on an alley wall, streets of terror, the mad dog, starving, hangs from his chain

We run from the truth, we only see, what is dictated, over, and over again, until we are brain washed, and hand cuffed

Stones that hurt, the road to a future we can not control, puddles of blood, empty out, revolving tragedy, no longer safe

The child can not play in the dark, the old woman can not walk in the fog, and though the cat will still chase the rat to the sewer

The smell of disgust, the sirens will be called, though it may be to late, another victim, another stone thrown away

A united world, or a fallen cliff, a uniform not respected, a military forgotten, an old man holding a purple heart in his hands

Where do we stand, what do we stand for, is it a promise, a lie, a memory, or will we lay below these stones, no more hurt, no more to die

Sticks and stones, may break my bones, but words will never hurt me, as the story goes, a child's play on the school ground, once upon a time

Just a rhyme, are there no answers, is there still hope, faith in humanity, stones to build from, not to break in shame, it still hurts inside