Dear Society,

Dear society,
There is a point when money has no meaning
not worth the tainted green. 

See us:
writhing with breakage, and pain

Míranos
Energy flows and creates circles of woes 
We reap what we sow
Then we sorrow. 
When you ink your pens 
When you wave your words 
Whatever side 
Remember the lives, the eyes 
behind the militia lines 
Restore our Fé
Only then can our society truly, be great.

Numbers mean nada. 
Walk in our footprints:
Those of the future creators, healers, builders, and teachers.   
If only you'd see us
Hear us!
Believe us!