We can’t know without holding truths,
stand next to me, and tell me you’re ok,
even though I already know,
you’ve done something to hurt them.
We play a game of cat and mouse,
trying to decide where justice results,
in finding our own peace of mind,
with judgment and scrutiny of other’s faults.
Why is it then when truths become revealed,
when the outcome has been unsealed,
how can we look past that cruel nature,
and suggest it’s well in the past.
The value of the dollar and marketability,
helps ease the pain of one’s human reality,
we want to see that powerhouse once again,
forget the fact he shoved leaves down his throat.
Today we want to celebrate such a great guy,
look at that smile look at that charm,
so special, well, he might even get laid tonight,
back in his hometown, the hero child.
Yet, where is the child and how forgotten
does all the trauma become when society,
suggests he is the victim of a misunderstanding,
we do live a good Christian forgiving society.
I’m sorry, I can’t do it even though I love the game,
I keep thinking about a kid pulling leaves from his …