White Silence Poem by James McLain

What can we make of them?
Hiding with him in her breast,
There is kindness
and fierceness in it struggles, humanity.
Some 'said' arrangements and, sometimes,
acts of courage wanton abandonment.
Huddled in lakes altogether is a mass,
a dropp of which was;
most haven't had and have too little to late.
It is like a large Lion deeply in the sleep and almost
nothing can awaken it, but you.
When it is reasons for boasting activated;
Monsters with unjust swiftly carried out
loves brutality, selfishness, judgements, murder.
What can we make off with out him,
hoards of humanity?
Nothing,
will avert or avoid this red bleeding thing
as much, when less is possible made possible.
Pink treats to it like your something toxic,
thoughtless and malignant.
Carried without,
made within and but made not to one specification.
She issued laws to protect oneself from you.
She can kill you without cause.
And to escape from him you must be less than subtle.
Little desert from escape.
Let her squeeze it all out and start again.
Come with you to appear with grand plans.
I have not met anybody who has been excused,
too escape yet most try.
Large or infamous but I will keep trying, for them.
before my hope lies dead.
What are you going to obtain from it my life?
Squeezed all out, Squeeze it and squeeze it more.
White silence from the tip of my 'Gun'