& then they let go,
let go like brittle leaves
burning
as they fall
like overripe fruits,
fruits too sweet,
sweet and innocent,
but innocence in this world means nothing
more than a sentence of
death
death at the hands of men who toy with power
as if it's free,
free to use,
use and destroy,
destroy lives to watch from the clouds
where they remain
untouchable
in trial where they walk away
from the bleeding
body
in
the
ground.
