We are the others
When once, not long ago, we were frowned upon;
Everyone is affected-
No insecticide will ward away the pests,
Extraditing patience, time, mental hardships
We are feeding upon our own roseated desires permeating from possible accomplishments.
Where will I end up? - Where will we end up?
We, the innominated
Starved, homless- insanely lathargic, fatigued, at a loss.
We must exude strength, disgorge it from somewhere for without it we will lose.
I am too dependent on others to be sustained-
We shall embrace the solarium,
the ones assisting us in our survival as we worm through these virulent times.
We the others, have enough ruptured dreams.
We must multiply mutiny,
become the fumigant and not trapped in the furnace watching ourselves flutter like ash.
Innocuous criminals, [naive] youths...
the untrusted who can be loyal
the unstable who may have a chance at stability
the inexperienced, the college droup-outs
we all have the right to a furthurance beyond the application process
to make it beyond the interview
to land an inovation
to make it through.