Seventeen

Is it wrong to hate,
seeing you happy?
When i am all alone,
your with him.
i have nothing left,
except my self doubt.
Clinging to my inequities,
i drown.

Sixteen

May 5 1993,
horror struck a town.
Three boys lay dead,
beaten and bound.
Hysteria broke out,
like in Salem years ago.
Witches they sought,
from which they sow.
Ideas of a sacrifice,
to please the damned.
Procedure ignored,
the gavel was slammed.
Now they lie and wait,
to their false apprehension.
due to stupid fear,
and superstition.

Fifteen

Define the great lines,
the reality of you and me.
How can we decide our future,
if we cannot see?
Our blind inequity,
has led us astray.
To hate, to greed, to war,
we need you to lead the way.

We lay down our lives,
to the one who lost his.

It seems we are always mourning,
the death of a teen.
We are land of walking dead,
kept alive by caffeine.
What happened to life worth living,
what happened to raw love?
Are we alone in this search,
for the man above?

We lay down our lives,
to the one who lost his.