The Preacher.

This is where the father's ain't living, atleast not with their children,
Where men play tough, they only smile in mirrors,
Where mothers kill their own, just to dodge responsibility,
Where boys, barely young men, rape their sisters, mothers...just to show their inane manliness,
Where leaders gorge themselves on exotic meats and refuse us the bones,
Where sisters wear brave masks just to get through the day,
Where heroes are reduced to zeroes, killing for them zeroes; the green,
Where the world is a cemetery and us...the undertaken.

This is where God has been reduced to an option,
Where everything is a farce, mere deception,
Where we've lost sight of the main goal, no perception,
Where all that matters are ones connections,
Where the prophets are nothing like Jesus, just contradictions,
Where make believe is just that, lie heaped upon lie,
Where bread is earned with no sweat, reaping that which was never sown.

This is where I live.