I originate from the land where everything goes wrong.
Devious children amputate the wings of butterflies
And trap them in glass jars with no airway channels.
Mothers with displaced emotions proceed with no warning
To strike off-spring with closed palms.
There is no hope in my hometown.
The streetlights fade out and shadows dominate.
Zombies run amuck, paying homage to defeat.
I am the only one who resembles a human being.
I originate from the land of the abandoners.
Selfish fathers ignore paternal duties
And go on long prison stints.
Ambitious brothers leave behind siblings
To give chase to the honey jar.
There is no hope in my hometown.
The streetlights fade out and shadows suffocate.
Zombies run amuck, paying homage to retreat.
I am the only one who resembles a human being.
© 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Black Angel.