• Daring bouts of courage is the dress shirt, I believe
    Through how us, our fathers beat
    And in what mother was teaching

    Emotional reaction timed well worn with defeat
    In vainglorious attempt
    At reducing duplication

    These moral savants count the drums til all life goes limp
    From social wounds bloods seep
    In twain, identities bereaved

    Flamboyant in disregard of strings tied ankle deep
    Of themselves they pray prison
    Juggling shoulders in a mirror

    Conforming to the image perceived, and what's risen
    Shimmers like a bandits blade
    Forged by rote and a circumstance

    Identity is a slice of heaven's skin forbade
    Out of reach, yet still they preach
    On glass bibles still in the dream