The Guilt
by Disnihil· from Future Cancers
Your heartfelt rebellion is a toothless attack
A pantomime act, they let you rebel and they laugh
No shirts and no banners,
No buttons and no fucking songs
Can put spilled brains back in the heads
Of women and children and men
Say never again and again and again
As bodies decay on paper in black and white
It's stark and meaningful,
It's art when it's no one you know
The blood stains the tips of your fingers
And the silver tongue in your mouth
The tears and the platitudes,
That shit dribbles out of your mouth
When you were the one who spilled the brains
Of women and children and men
And you'll do it again and again and again and again and again
A graph with lines; plotted, bloodless, dry
Snuffing out lives
You win when it's no one you know
No names to attach to blown-off and bloody faces
We live on and the faceless shoulder the weight
No grave to visit, no fond memories
We shed no real tears and the names bear the weight.