Defamation is the strong suit of many, sadly – so is temptation.
I don’t share paths with these well-intentioned people, I’m creating my own narration.
The youth is neither rotten nor broken – it’s just caught up in the middle of a mess,
Facing trauma since the day we were walking. We’re used to loving distress.
Tiny spaces in shady places are often the only locations where we feel free to chafe –
But lads in their forties are trying to convince us that they crave the young blood and they love the chase.
I’m begging them to stop walking over the half-done graves before the benediction
But no one seems to drop the addiction to filth, and they won’t change the conviction.
It’s quite poignant how my presence causes people to prejudge my affairs
As it was decided centuries ago that I must only speak when nobody cares.
A few steps away they will sell my ideas for less than is legal – or even hand them out for free.
And who will be the first taker? A priest or a scumbag, or just another devotee?
The night is careless to those who reluctantly swim in its empty commitments
Because the ones who only live for the dark will hardly make a fair acquitment.
Dedication is the strong suit of a few, luckily – so is persistence.
I do split roads with many who are lost. Only those who run blindly at times will manage to make a difference.
-JW
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