Scorning Millions - laughing

at untold secrets.

Flaps are open, preparing

to fire bullets.

One truth never to be

revealed.

Hearts hidden, deeply

concealed.

Chosen brothers, sent from God

to help in times of disdain

Scrap sisters baking mud

pies meant to be thrown.

Overcoming the blue with hue

of salt

Dried up tears, unwashed -

no halt.

Mended holes -

plastic trolls -

World not ready -

for thin and weighty.