10 October 2012
This is real This dirt under perfect fingernails Perfect scratches down Barbie plastic skin
This is real Like a bomb that can't quite explode A verse that just couldn't come A nick on a potter's prize piece
Life is real Not some made up punishment to threaten on Small children Whose tinkling laughs once drove you to tears
Justified fears Unshed tears Like raindrops they fall Stinging oh-so perfect scars On Barbie plastic skin
This is real The pain that a shelter can't keep out The price of a life One worth more than the next
'my shrink said I was worth as much as anyone' Yet soldiers drop like flies And dictators stand in power All deaths come with a price All lives are made for something
This is real Your buildings burning Your children clutching cardboard dolls That whither to pulp on a rainy day Just slipping Out of numb fingers.
This Is Real • Opuss № I