Cataloged In An Article Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The look in your eye was of sweet surrender
cataloged in an article of search,
but beggars can't be choosers.
Nor do you want a loser.
People have changed
into animals that lack
the compassion that
once separated us
from other walks
of life.

Our true wants are exposed like a black and white
picture from the past that turns into a club.
It beats you over the head and takes
you back to the cave.
These sins we
once made.

We stand tall at full height with tears from the past.
Photographs remind us of evil deeds.
We chased the physically weak ones
and threw them words of the
ignorant ones.

All this from one picture.
All this from one face.
Your face reminds
me of our past
sins made in
desperation.

I desperately need you.