Square Shock

Thieves tread in caution sheathed by
The silence echoing through the night
Hungry to rape the pockets of poor men
To nourish their bank accounts with avarice

Eyes widened in shock
As not a shade of value
Graced their empty palms
Helplessly blinded by adrenaline

A shaded unit of knuckles parked
Directly into the tender skin
Of the eyes of the poor men
Connecting squarely with the bone

Lying beneath the caressing flesh
Reality gradually sinking into oblivion
As to their kneecaps they unceremoniously fell
Repeatedly the innocence had been taken

As with the execution of every new punch
And every new kick, Skins were being bruised,
Bones were being shattered, and hearts were
Being scarred with unwanted tragedy

A burden unbearable to most hearts
Of which were characterized by scorn
As well as marked by unresolved wars
Of a ceaseless chain of conviction