Paint

There’s an emptiness inside of you

There’s a comfort in the callous

When you have nothing else to hold on to

There’s power in your malice

The children, your weapons for protection

Their innocence proves to be fertile

You’re a vampire, bleeding dry a nation

Using their blood to paint your sinister smile

No hesitation to vilify marginalization

Now that your embryonic armor no longer fits

Protect the children from predation

From the imaginary threat, the misfits

It’s more important for a child to conform than if they survive

Statistics show that empathy empowers individuality

Would you maintain power if love was allowed to thrive?

Your insignificance would be an inevitability

You would drown in mediocrity, your power feint

Wouldn’t it be a beautiful irony

If your lungs filled up with paint