a shout into the dark

with my eyes closed
all i do is wonder
the same head
thinking, wondering
others have theirs burst assunder

houses poorer than mine
many a king have bred
graves they have been
to many others

myriad bellies boast with satiation
while the majority crawls empty
children crying
parents worried
all dying from starvation

the same thoughts
i take forgranted
uplifted live to stardom
poetry indicted
forced th innocent into matyredom

a pen might be mightier than a sword
but should a pen be subject
in mention
its the neck that suffers
and the body thats put in detention