It is the burden
Of every artist
To fight for what
There isn’t

But should exist
Regardless
Of how this world
Can’t change –

A community
Bounded by grief
Like those unseen
And lonely,

Crazier now
After learning
Their cries could stay
Ignored

Despite heaven
Hearing each cause
Embracing terms
More wondrous

Since fantasy
Fosters creation
Bridging souls
Between both worlds.

That dream
Remains intact
Defining roles
Less lazy

Whose empty faith
Keeps failing
When love falls short
At home

Behind work
Or desperate attempts
Never on par
With idleness

Which screams
Louder than hatred
Born from angry lives
Controlled –

Damned
Through every means
Defiling hearts
Still willing,

Seeking truth
If believing
Some words
Can conquer death.

• J. Pigno