Unfilter the hatred,
still will be hatred,
at least will be accurate,
even supplemental;

remove the charcoal,
prevent the false memory
for we to survive-
only god knows who’ll be there;
who knows where you’ll be.

Cram through a square
in a battle of edges.
A prayer for who bends.

One may stand up
to those whom they fear
and still fear them.
I see it all the time.