My sunrise

When the sun rose,
Amongst a striking pose,
Pleased emotion easy bet,
Mindless devotion of no regret,
Jumping walls on meat grind,
Desperate and blind,
Tripping over topography,
Justice and insanity,
Devoted and insecure,
Open demur,
Politics and race,
Of short chase,
In problem sore,
Were bleeding more,
Than put in,
On fat of the land,
Who’s the stranger?
Who’s in danger?
With the face,
With your space.
Idol of money?
Milk and honey,
Sin of greed?
Till I bleed,
Green ink,
Coats of Mink,
And pedigree’s,
To list on a wall of shame,
When the sun rose it called my name……….

Fennigan t. Spencer 10.18.11