i had none

the mind easily convinced makes no decision and a puppet master grins when the movement goes accordingly to his every whim. the heart of a child has not seen the brutality of war, aches with idealism of what could be it becomes a trade skewed to one of experience then the roar of a lion startles the lamb already skittish for the shadows loom large, hands of fog turn out to be something real not a figment, pierces skin. yes, yes, the yes man nods to the boss who sees a trapped man earning wage that barely sustains, yes, yes the boss man feels confident on what right is for are not results everything? no, no says the child whose heart has now gone black, black with rage when it has become a world tossed to the flames of a nightmare real, pierces heart no longer willing to believe.