Only forebears
Got to have kids
So we could enjoy
Being lonely
Before reaching our deaths
Prematurely
Under threat of their lies
Getting sick

Feeling vagrant at home
Without hope
Or direction besides
Growing older
As challenging times
Remain darker
For those dissonant hearts
Beating still

Losing chances
Purposely gained
Just chasing each tail
Drawing circles
Around aimless dreams
Always vocal
Now screaming how fear
Never works

When appearing real
During scenes
Crushing childhoods
Filmed behind lenses
Left traumatized once
By believing
Every capitalist lie
They could tell

Knowing innocence
Carries more weight
Than fantasies seized
Making wages
Gaining everything but
Certain wishes
Fulfilled through love
Undersold

Since rejecting truth
Deep inside
Keeping far from hurt
Barely hidden
Though harboring pride
Near the bottom
Where no family waits
This long.

• J. Pigno