Over Taking

A time ago, a place ago there was only corruptness
I read a poem that spoke of things that were not violence
It was about things as they should be and once were.

I think of the poem and I think of the world
I think of many things as they aren't anymore

And from my compulsive habit I catch myself before I lose me but it's too late
"I don't know! I don't know!" I scream and scream
Hearing what I'm saying I know what I'm saying
I feel what I'm saying through my temple
It hits me harder then the guy asking for my wallet did

Now with all perspiration coming out of me
I feel the warmth the poem had given me throughout my body

A time ago, a place ago, a lifetime ago there was only violence
And the ones who took a stand got silenced