Mortality
We come to each other
In times of crisis
No longer aiming to be righteous
But invite us
To cry and try
And make it through these tragic times
Death and breath
Seem the same
With each step
closer to ghost
As we boast
How we have the most
Rhymes
Or designer
Clothes
We hold each other close
To these rules
Wearing gaudy fancy jewels
As proof
That the limit ain't the roof
That's only when our drive goes poof
Because no matter how strong
A heart ain't bullet proof.
This poem is about:
My community
My country