The gods of our lives ruin hope and destroy what life and love we were supposed to get. Never was it possible to sit by and allow the world to pass us by.

The cries of the poor are not heard. Regardless of color, religion, speech, or leaders. Their cries fall of deaf ears ringing with silent opinions. Why don't they see the afflictions of the- poor, flailing, beaten, destroyed, desecrated.

Humanity resides in all of us. The old, the young, the poor and the rich, the weak and the strong, the sick and the healthy, the fast and the slow, the fat and the thin, the broken and the less broken.

I sit in the corner of my hell. Lost in the mind that once Guided me. Lost in the home Of my own thoughts.