Poet of the System

Why?

The system is corrupt.

Why?

There are kids inside.

Not in it to win it,

But to beat it,

To leave it.

And the innocent,

Tired of being sent

To one home and another.

Losing friend

And brother

Along the way.

They only want to stay

In one place,

Somewhere safe.

Oh, how they crave a haven

To be held,

Not to having to tell

Or worry

Of the next talk,

Or the one after that.

They need that adolescence

To remember

The good times,

Not the lies

Whispered in their ear.

They want to be told,

A phrase precious to hold,

It's going to be okay.