How Does This World? Poem by Cody Fortier

A crack of knuckles quiet
The screaming out restrained
On the verge of riot
Composure still retained

Non responsive mental
All kept to himself
On the verge of stuck up
Thinks he's better than everyone else

How does this world just assume
How we are through what we do
I have my buissness and you have yours
I think that's what makes us less, not more

A child holds on to hope
He's seen daddy's hands turn to stone
Just the thinning of a rope
When broken, this child will be alone

Why do you even give
Just to make your conscience slip
So you can pass by another starving cry
Just to feel alright

How does this world consume
All resources in one moon
I wake to my home and you wake to yours
I think that's what makes us learn to ignore

Constantly pushing down every rookie
Beating and beating and tearing apart
Just to rise up, just to come up on
Every beaten unspoken lieing torn heart

God she's a queen and
Hell does she know that
I would have seen her
Down on the floormat

The night he was drunk
He beat her so hard
Tore out her hair before
She had fled to the car

How does this world just reuse
Every excuse we abuse
I hold my hatred and you hold yours
I think that's what makes us crying, unsure