They want someone to be accountable,

So they don’t take accountability,

for what they do to make it happen.

Blue as the ocean clear,

Turned purple and sour

With blood and tears.

And the jailed doves

Don’t show rage,

For the broken bones

in their wings and legs

Beaten and de-feathered

After years

The dove

May escape the formally blue

Ocean trying to swallow so many people.

But some rise above.

A small some.

Like a wave,

Escaped doves dive back

In the name of Justice

To break others free.

Thus far

Only a few threads are freyed.

But, the day will come.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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