Tim caffery

(02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

What Are They


We fiercely divide our niche from their's

My depth is calculated to a tee

To a perfection of a degree

Not yet known to science

Not yet expounded by the infidels

Barely known by the brethren

But what of the children

Those smiles that they make when accepting balloons

How do we compare to them

If we need be compared

What do we teach them about peace

What do we see in them that we target to correct

How do we dismantle their trust

What spell do we cast to quench their compassion

When do we ignite the flammable carcinogens of ignorant addiction

Who taught us how to defend against them so well

To not become what they are-human

Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012
Edited: Sunday, April 01, 2012
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