My Dead Language

We execute a broken man

We execute a broken man

When we should execute a broken system

Instead we fail him again and again

As a child – no protection

As a man – no forgiveness


Compassion is not for the flawed

I want to breakdown

I want to let it all go

I want to give it all up to sorrow and despair

But then I am just like them

No better, blooming in unfair

This fight, is not for the weak

Of heart or conviction


It’s a fight, fight, fight

And I’ve got to be brave, brave, brave


It is only for those that can forgive above all and everything

For all of us but also for themselves

We may bleed and we may crumble

But we can never waver and seldom doubt

That we are all more than our worst mistake

That only humans make monsters

And that evil is mostly man made


It’s a fight, fight, fight

And we’ve got to be brave, brave, brave



More than anything, understanding that our fates are tied

That one life could make us whole

Even if we don’t understand

The why or the how

We are all worthwhile

And there is a human part that survives-

That is always worth saving


By Jennifer Barajas

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