Don't Give In

do you know, what it's like, when the christmas trees burn?
after they've been raped?
it doesn't take a new year
for people to change or transform
for people to learn anything new about decency
or humanity
they'll rape them too
just like they sodomized
everything they own
and some things
they don't
it's sad
how the people
have everything planned out
how you wear your clothes
how you cut your hair
and even individuals
who think they are unique
cry out in cliche despair
and
i am one of them.
the ground becomes soaked through
and the sand shifts
houses collapse
and we are forced into the street
i think about the homeless
the mad
the loners in their apartment houses
drinking cheap wine and smoking hand rolled cigarettes
someone needs to consider them
and i am proud
not for myself
but for their misfortunes
and how they are relentless,
how they will not go silently into the night
and fade out of existence
they will perceiver
and roar as loud
so loud
loud enough
that their sound will be carried against the hills surrounding
Los Angeles County
and echo into every available ear
any ear that will listen
this will tie us all together
the loners
the homeless
and the mad
we will never discuss these moments
never meet each other
but each night we will cry out
in our separate ways
can you hear me?
i'm roaring too!