Gracefully Written

lawless

this love does not follow the guidelines created by men with no virtue,
nor does it breathe near mean without dreams.
swarthy, warm, rough lies does the rule of law push toward the, the love i express with such free prose, as these rules do not strike me as purely for law. 
maybe to oppress, and maybe to oppose, but god only knows what the goal really is, unfortunately for us, we will be led without any fears.
people reside in glorified prisons, cages with bars that will never have a limit. 
children go missing, yet these rules made to break do urge, for everyone that has heard anything about the kids should call and phone in.
tip line phones sit waiting to be dialed, waiting to have truth poured across the front lines;
exposing the crimes, the unlivable times, the disgusting expectations that live inside;
inside this home, that is what we call it, 
never the law will step beyond the door,
not in uniform, not in a gown, and certainly not hidden nowhere to be found.
you should not conform to the guides we are so fervently forced, swallow the boundaries outlined and live for the moment, said the little round dove. 
do not listen when chastised, nor when reminded, what little respect the left has for the law; 
the law does not respect what came before it, nor does it love the country in which it serves. 
she runs in the wind and spins against solid breeze, only to find herself beginning to freeze,
not only her fingers and toes and thumbs, but even her hope that she hides within the rugs. 
when will the lawless law finally fall? will we be the ones to claw it off the wall?
perhaps it will die off, become that which is not seen. 
hit by a car, run over by a train, maybe this lawless law will not remain.