The Walk Home

The phony smiles.
The slack shoulders.
The dismal eyes,
Bloodshot and weary.
The unhealed wounds.
The deep regrets.
The mechanized steps,
Vain and Godless.
i hate it.
The way they
flaunt fake.
The way they
pretend confidence.
The way they
advocate lies,
The way it flows
off their tongues
like oxygen.
Ignorance is
ubiquitous.
In the air and
in the streets.
In the homes
and in the schools.
It made me.
Now it makes
me sick.
But hope
is and always
has been my
medicine.
So i carry on.
Hoping.

© Sulē Cerdan 2015