In the midst of all this...

In the midst of all this world,
there is a red blood mist.
serving no purpose but to distract and ignore the problem at hand.

In the midst of all this fighting,
i see a child.
hes got a uniform on and a gun in his hand, but hes still crying.

his tears fall and they hit the ground.
they are swept up, thrown in a trash compacter and used several more times until they become so brittle and so small that eventually they don't trickle from his harshly shaven face.

As i stand in line at the grocery store i see a family.
the youngest participants have cake and other various foods on their faces.
while the oldest seems to only sport a frown.

It is in this family that i see the division.
the lines that are drawn up between good and bad.
young and old. strongest and weakest.

they stare so long and so firm into the small bones of my spine.
these lines. whether they be battle lines, strike lines, food lines, shelter lines, or any other kind of "divide and conquer" type system. they do divide and they do conquer.

I see the child with his uniform and the mom with her kids
at the store. I see the rich man with no heart,
and i see the poor man with no money.

I can't see everything, but i can see enough to know there is a division going on. a separation of souls. a line being drawn in the sand.





Watch me step right over it.