Camouflage (Stories Of War, Pt.2) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Racial wars have flooded the streets
As I cry in shock, I feel defeat
Nobody seems to want to even bother
Broke-down mothers and damaged fathers
Children bred in hate and anger,
Every neighborhood—to someone, a danger!

The magnitude
This entire disaster
Helped me to leap
So much God-damned faster!
My head, it spins
My ears, they start to ring
I just want to stop this whole God-damned thing

Life is brutal and something obtuse.
Never could accept the truth.
Fight the good fight—win the win?
Why can't I just simply blend in?

But, then again, why can't we all?
Blend as gracefully, like the leaves in Fall?
The scenery, the camouflage—that surrounds us.
And, everything else that blends, all around us.

United we win, divided we fall?
It seems to not be an issue at all
Do people prefer hate instead of world peace?
It's like their kindness was pawned,
Or sold, or put on lease.

It seems so many prefer the rage
Why am I on this, obscure different page?
So, I numb myself, I blind my eyes.
I come to our world, an angel in disguise

Camouflage, yes—we need it.
Camouflage; why don't they believe it?
The answer is so simple, it's right in our faces,
Yet, we go on with wars, fighting over races?

Who is unmatched?
Who's the supreme—
Race of the world?
Do we even understand
What does that idea mean?

We embrace fury and hate,
Caustic and corrosive—
What we deliver
The only things we ever bring to the plate.

Camouflage—we need to pursue it
Camouflage—we need to give in, do it.
Blend and let's erase this rage.
Blend and re-write our world's fate.

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