What makes our hearts beat?

Is it the thrush of oxygenated blood through our pulmonary, tightly-packed veins

Into the atria and ventricular muscles which power a life, blood exploding, untamed

Inflating organs with destiny––a high-speed motor destined to crash––

Or is it just the rest of me that was meant to break down, down

Down before it even was served its remedy

Buried in flaming ash the colour of sunshine––

When its raining the bullets of gods

Will we break the science of our minds like Einstein?

When we learn the fraud of law?

Will our audiences applaud as we gape into the maw

––In a black dress, black purse–– of a car chased by paparazzi,

Here is what you do not see:

Hopelessness. Desperation. Rot.

You better have not forgot

That those who get shot

Never had the chance of growing a land

And building a house––

It was the system that broke them down.

It was the mind of society trying to cheat

Its own game, it was the mind of a variety

That wanted to boost its demographical range;

This isn't a ballgame

Watch your dreams get tossed into cloud

But you can't run home because of the language

The law, it has a secret nickname

I'll tell you once and I'll tell you it twice:

It wasn't the document, parliament, or government

It is the people who vote, the people who

Walk to a Walmart and want to be a hero

The people who excuse mental health

As the reason for the death of kids,

The death of humans with atria and ventricles

And blood rushing, pounding, exploding through their veins

Give anyone a gun and it will never be a game

Who wins?

Who lost?

It never mattered.

So if it never mattered and all we're are made up of is matter––

ONE: The law of conservation of mass

Hope never dies, but it is stored, just as violence is cast.

TWO: The law of constant proportions

We are given the same value as the money that is extorted.

THREE: The law of multiple proportions

Our souls are the only whole thing that cannot be stolen.

FOUR: We were never important.