Slowburn -

Blessed upon us

New to the day

Given room to see

But taught how to obey

Quickly carried from

Cradle to grave

Barely breathing

As one leans to behave

One world one choice is yours

Face with so much confusion

But we’ve all been there before

Slowburn — the hate is learned

Fuel for the fire

And innocence burns

Slowburn — awaiting your turn

Fuel for the fire

And innocence burns

New direction

Of your own

New infections spreading

In concrete and bone

Simple pleasures

Never far from hoe

But dogs smell fear

And they will not leave you alone