Domesticated

standing with bare backs against structures built strongly of good faith
 add lies
 subtract some care
 obligation becomes optional and they collapse
 Its all that we thought and theres nothing here
 stand up and listen to the sounds
 the bullets scream the children drop in silence face-first to the ground
 theres no one to care
 no one to see an end
 jet planes explode midair and our dreams fill the cabin
 not fast enough to adapt to all the changes
 still not strong enough to accept the status quo
 the salted knife is inside turning slow
 but this is all that we know
 cut a branch off my family tree
 it made sense to me
 until now
 soon well try
 because its worth a try
 and then well take what was ours to begin with
 right now its hard to breathe but well survive
 forget the third world
 forget disease
 reveal scars
 stab me with a scimitar
 look around normal faces hide worse problems in our backyard
 dont hide the scars, stand up and listen to the sounds
 bullets screaming
 children dropping
 no one watching as they nail the ground