Square Shock

Thieves tread in caution sheathed by The silence echoing through the night Hungry to rape the pockets of poor men To nourish their bank accounts with avarice Eyes widened in shock As not a shade of value Graced their empty palms Helplessly blinded by adrenaline A shaded unit of knuckles parked Directly into the tender skin Of the eyes of the poor men Connecting squarely with the bone Lying beneath the caressing flesh Reality gradually sinking into oblivion As to their kneecaps they unceremoniously fell Repeatedly the innocence had been taken As with the execution of every new punch And every new kick, Skins were being bruised, Bones were being shattered, and hearts were Being scarred with unwanted tragedy A burden unbearable to most hearts Of which were characterized by scorn As well as marked by unresolved wars Of a ceaseless chain of conviction © 2011 (All rights reserved)