WALK ANOTHER DAY

I can see your duty

By the punch of your fist

I can see your dirty breath, your hate

In the words that you twist 

I know you; the manipulator

The instigator; the twister

Words; they mean nothing to you

They are like stones

That you throw across 

And upon humanity 

For those that you bruise

I pray; 

For those that we lose 

I walk another day