Speak of regret- I am destruction on the corner.
Money meets my hands,
my blackened heart steps
on sidewalk cracks,
breaking more than mothers backs.
I am broken with or without my sobriety.
Tangled in a society who wants
nothing to do with me.
Sold death to the desperate, lined my pockets with the finest gold.
Did my time on lies, I was told.
Twisted truths turn the wise into fools,
deceit’s on the edge to tempt us to lose.
Authoritarian eyes, unjust, given into monetary lust.
Welfare, well I care- climbing to the top of the ladder,
I look down to see the world shatter.
Corruption tosses me about, back-and-forth, sleep disruption.
Strings attached to horns appear as angel wings dancing about.
