Bigger GunsA Chapter by Joshua Randall
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...
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.
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.
Written By; Joshua Randall
Session IV: Eventually
© 2012 Joshua Randall
Eventually - Session IV, Ages 21 - 23
AboutI've written the first fantasy book out of its trilogy and am currently signed. In my spare-time, I write poetry, songs, and journal entries. Cheers *I have no interest in literary agents or publis.. more..