The Cruel-less

warmless blankets
becoming saintless
yet remaining nameless
prancing queen
telling lies about self-esteem
saying its all that green
lets face it
grains and bits
become piles and sit
growing one day to seep inta' the pit
backing til the day they break
their backs break from the weight
this heavy load bearin on their shoulders, for heavens sake
gods always on their case
even though they lost the pace
love and grace
died in this place
while i sat and saw
the nameless died with a flaw
looking up into the sky watching them fall
this is a cruel world
only the cruel weren't hurled
it was the fragile and weak
preaching peace with speech
who took the bullet for society's leak.