Lover Poem by Corey Baker

How many people died today?
Bit their bearings and left?

Never saw the light, if any,
still, they are dead.

The way is not, the path is short
To see your father's disgrace
and your own afterlife.

Understanding the masses,
and the hating, oh, just madness

Love was never arranged, like your truths
Never ever existed, until tomorrow

And then, like the love, the trust and the truth
was downloaded and raped.