What happens?

What happens?

 

What happens when vulgar songs

become nursing words?

When the street seductively calls

our feet; Where perr pressure

becomes the mother of guidance;

And the truth is known yet being

seeked?

 

What happens when the home cries

empty yield of the family;And the

results become too much for the

empty stares?

 

What happens to the moon, whose

sunset is another man's sunrise? between

the judge and  the campaign of lies

where the world of pain rules happiness;

 

Neither here nor there the raised

handshakes deluges fireand steals

through the corner of 1st and love;

 

From the vibrant street of beauty

the wings of faith shed blood for the

poor;

 

As memory goes, sacrifices were made

without the groans of spoken words.

 

through the silenced cry of the heart

a disguise of emotional threats landscaped

the power of comfort.

 

What happens when the ideas brainstormed

keeps changing throughout fire-spliting pressures?
From every movement of life, time ahead is always

an asset of living.

 

Afrte the sweat of your doubt or the trophy

of jealous hearts; The drums search through the

disgrace of victory and defeating  questions awakens;

 

What happens then?

Author's Note

i'm cofused don't really know what i wrote, don't think they rhyme but please tell me what you think of it.....