We're all to distracted by the new iPhones, and Air Jordans to see the real problems. The lines wrapped around department store buildings all the while white hands wrap around black throats dragging them to the slaughterhouse. The system we created is surely underrated, with its constant need to be fed fathers of boys who will turn into the same men their fathers were before them. It's not the slice of the knife on innocent throats that hurts the most. It's the acid slurs formed by common words that dig into the skin and break you from within.
Oh did you hear the bell?
Its feeding time, another man being dragged into a life-sucking cell for it was the life of crime he pursued because they broke his wings in primary school. Or maybe he was lucky, but only cause he could run faster from his demon on piles of asphalt and plastic green turf. They never taught him the numbers, just plays, whispering behind his back, "You might be dumb but you're sure as hell fast." Fast enough to outrun the