They sit and stare out the window,
Silent,
Like a good children are
mouthes shut about the things occurring around them.
Making no move to see what isn't shown.
No need to break free.
The way things are going,
The ones in the lead,
Will always succeed.
No matter the situation.
They sit and stare,
Unmoving,
Nothing to do, in their eyes.
World damnation
Everything is pointless.
Lonely.
Broken.
Black and white.
Peel back the veil.
Look deeper into the picture.
See what wasn't meant to be seen.
View the world as it is not often viewed,
Full of task.
Paint splattered,
Instead of blood.
Moving bodies instead of still.
Alive.
Not dead.
Bright
Not dull.
Peel back the plastic Wrapper.
And you will see what was really meant to be seen.
