The Soft Music Drowns

Oh, I’m trying 

to be honest.

We all know what’s best

and are capable to deliver,

I’m certain.

I know, 

you see greed,

the murderous type,

and anger turning to stone

what was soft and fanciful,

like when I threw those bottles

becoming what I despised in you.

Don’t you wonder,

what is the origin?

I wasn’t born shattering glass

and bending at the knee for you,

for everyone,

and these people at the ends

of our pointed fingers and despondence,

their first wish 

was not for lined pockets

or your destruction.

Every child 

who hasn’t already been scrubbed

wishes and dares and dreams and loves.

My prayer is for this remembering,

what has come first 

will never be lost, 

only protected.