Dilated pupils twitch, <br />From one peripheral standpoint <br />To the other. <br />I am reminded of a fly. <br />Caught indoors. <br />Striking the window, <br />Curious as to why the outside is a sight <br />And not a touch. <br /> <br /> I am telling the <br />“Best Minds” <br />Intelligence is not conducive <br />To childhood wonderment. <br /> <br />That's a choke in the ambition to age. <br /> <br />When the Proper Authorities <br />Break the door off the rusted hinges <br />And scatter splinters on panicked mindsets, <br />Save a shout for enslavement. <br /> <br />For a life of failed opportunity <br />And poverty <br />Will soon grip the heart <br />Like handcuffs on trembling wrists. <br /> <br />I am not paranoid. <br />I am afraid. <br /> <br />Our civilized world gifts punishment to the suffering. <br />It hands acquittals to rapists because talk is cheap. <br /> <br />The Public Defender is the cleverest investor <br />Of them all. <br /> <br />Directing lives to help pay for wars and censorship. <br /> <br />It's complicated, <br />But I am not saying <br />They “won.” <br /> <br />“They” <br />Just have the upper-hand. <br />But we have right <br />Exemplified by justice. <br /> <br />Someday the State Capital <br />Will expose itself as to what it truly is, <br />An opium den. <br /> <br />*title is a reference to The Libertines <br />Time For Heroes<br /><br />A.j. Binash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-young-lungs-to-be-coughing-up-blood/
