550. Criminal Empire

Until we change the world,

It threatens to destroy us.

We, the victims of life,

Huddle in this great necropolis,

Imprisoned by ourselves.

Look at what we’re doing?

Criminality is normalized,

And normal feelings criticized;

While victimhood is psychologized,…

And for what “greater good”?

Does this help anyone?

Other than the criminals?

Who stomp on others’ rights?

As the arbitering sentinals,

Of human destruction?

Why aren’t thugs called insane?

And offered rehabilitation?

Instead ‘different’ means insane,

And victims get mere indignation;

And all the social shame.

A society’s wrong, 

That lets criminals go free,

And others pay for crimes.

Understanding criminality,

While misunderstanding mercy.

For no mercy will come,

When it’s assumed that bad is okay,

And being good is ‘just too bad’.

The most innocent will always pay.

The road to hell’s been paved,

With those society chose to lay,

At the feet of those it saved.

K. Aldaya, 6/28/21

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355. Political Reform

Where are the hands which hold you here?

Which hold you to this land,

Of scorching concrete,

And vulgar deceit?

Where gavels scream every command,

Of the political elite.

Where are the hands which hold you back?

Which hold you in embrace?

The hands which act,

To make an impact,

Before time is lost without a trace?

Toward death the odds are stacked.

Where are the hands which hold you near?

Which hold your worth skin-tight?

Hands fall to find,

The world is unkind.

Countless die from depression’s heights,

Waiting for laws to be signed….

………..Waiting for a hand to hold.

K. Aldaya, 6/4/16