Flesh And Blood Drops

Who pays... For the displays of injustices, Dispatched and laid? As rights and defenses, Are removed... And offenses grow to prove An array of dismay! Who amongst us can truthfully say... These occurances appeared, While we were on a leave of absence Cleared of a consciousness that drifted away? Or kissing the cheeks of starving children, Dieing behind the scenes... Of antiqued lighted picturesqued streets! Who pays... For displays of injustices, Dispatched and laid? Could they be the ones Whose voices are heard Screaming from atop gleaming glass towers... Like clipped winged birds. Jumping! To weed themselves from crops... They intially described to the world, As root rot! Plummeting to the ground to spread... Flesh and blood drops!