Bigger Guns

Bigger Guns

There’s a twist in every game,

Any love binding citizen would agree to that.

All changes, and chances,

To be deceitful or calibrated,

In bigger guns, pointed at newer enemies,

There’s a smile in every handshake,

Prejudged in all angles with glances,

Here, noted on white-lined paper,

With any title, in every novel;

bound and hidden, beneath someone else’s pencil.

There’s a role in every deed or development;

A nod, an agreement.

A thought process, and with these premonitions;

predictability is left vulnerable.

Is seen, placed and held ignorant.

There’s a foe, or an "evil-doer."

A smoker, this alcoholic;

leaving bruises; still bruising.

Though, within those abrasions, these intrusions...

...somebody;

willingly gave approval, created appointment.

 

There’s a n****r at every doorstep;

a Hispanic cleaning lady.

Some white collared cracker;

for some hope too live. 

While a new Harlem is 

jailed, forgotten, and left otherwise; faithless.

“How faithful could one be, who’s forgotten who they’d ought a be.”

Their role, this abandonment.

Those characters, placed in every book.

Failed, by every person; any citizen so love-liking.

Thought-thieving; pretentious and smug. 

Such liars.

Blended and broken. Caught up, awoken.

Just sought at, and failed, into sadder situations.

Better names, hundreds of newer titles.

Thousands of thoughtless perspectives.

Copied in memoirs, plastered on the flat screen.

Sealed in our everlasting hopelessness;  

for lives with bigger guns.

Bigger Guns

Written By; Joshua Randall

Session IV: Eventually

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

One never knows what is inside the heart of another person. Your poem has a lot to say about what is underneath what people show us, its like a game of hide and seek to me. You asked how faithful can one be, who forgotten what they ought to be? I think many of us have never realized who we were or who we are in the first place not alone remember or forget it. Your poem is very deep but well received. Great write.

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the human condition..we are who we are..and whoever we chose to be..on point as usual..