No New Rules For Damaged Mind's

Such are the young Today. Apathy, no compassion for the aged, Or what they say. The wasted lives, so young And young, they stay. Though they still age. Kindness to them, Comes in retrospect to their Rage. When their short life Is gone. And they've no where To live. Rock's bounced off their Head's, For fun have found there Mark. Their brains are dead And the drug's They need to cope with What they've done. Backwards, They must move to prove A point. Because they have lived Within a gang and out of focus, they have stayed, to See their end. Charles Bukowski, Once said, it's not their faults. Even drunk, he knew it was, and Stayed inside. Because of our fear of them And because their fear is real, but Of themselves. Fear of fear, born fear Crime, No longer has an age, Where you feel safe. Their parents had no shame, From hopelessness, Were born and never shown A way, Back home if one there is. From trauma, Came all their pain But the shame of it, Is that the leader's Know. And deliberately have Decided, To waste their lives. Hopeless, Many who support the current Situation, Would just kill them all Out right. And by our learned, knowing this, Those damaged, Childlike mind's a kindness, is. White, brown or black, a private Prison waits, Oh, what a dreadful waste, And money doesn't flow.