A Survival Life

-A Survival Life-
by
Keaton Foster



Knuckles bare
Lonesome
Without care
Many will say
Justice spared
Naked and aware
Knowing something
Well understanding less
Worthless is the feeling
Most associated with
Wishing more
While guaranteeing nothing
Standard is not the protocol
They do what must be done
Regret is always further away
God above is quite angry
He won’t forget this
Each and every one of us
Created in his image
Off track a handful went
Distorted representations
Of what life intended
Unforgivable heathens
Further burying themselves
To any depth they will go
Escaping the status quo
They cannot be normal
Because they have no idea
No rationale concept
Defunct is their construct
Even if they were shown
They would refuse the program
They would rebel against
What is seen as good for them
They know better
Experience has taught them much
More than any good book
Could ever hope to offer
More than any pristine utopia
Could lay at their weary feet
They just don’t believe
And they never will be able
Broken and in shambles
They are only present
To remind others what humans
Can do and become
If they are forced in terrible ways
They are a conditioned response
The place that they call home
Did not come easy for them
Back when they still had hope
They scream out for help
No one heard them
How many times could
Anyone be expected to suffer
Because they acted in a way
That ensured their survival
They have always lived
A survival life…



A Survival Life
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013