Epistles

In desperation stones look like loaves.
In desperation, a little sparkle could sure sell as gold.
But one's usually desperate when all doors close.
The only difference between us and prison mates
Are the final options they chose.

Only in state do you see your helpers;
Mourning the life they could have helped with.
It's only in state you'll hear 

All the could haves and should haves.

Only in that state will you hear good wishes 

From the said distant mouths.

No one really has to pretend they care.
No one really has to pretend they're there.
Instead of all the excuses
You can just take your chair.
If God didn't make you heir would you be here?
Men choose to be blinded by the veil of their hair.

Over here are thoughts from the youth.
On interacting with peers, 
You can tell the frustration and desperation in their heads;
Dying for pieces of opportunity.

The surge of illegality makes legality wrong.
The surge of illegality makes it hard for you to choose 
Which side to stay on.
The surge of illegality in this sphere is so strong.
You have no right to express disappointment in the saints 
Who choose to go wrong.
“what are you doing with your life?”
Like they can’t see the folders and stress we have on.

Not everyone can afford three square meals
In this circle of life and still face Bermuda.
I know young boys aspiring to be doctors 
Who end up begging for change in traffic.
Begging for change? Pretty ironic

Since 7 is a charm
On this 7th stanza,
Know the clock continues to tick.
And every side is definitely going to have a season.
The only result of anger and frustration 

Mixed with plight is prison.
To youth : Life’s hard but be sure to approach 

Everything with reason.