Faces of the future

They are wrinkled and broken,

They are lonely and dejected,

They are scary than death,

They are layers of misery an illusion cracked up makeup,

A third shift full of shit,

A pigmentation of hatred and restless souls,

Cultured with vitriol and shuttered dreams,

Pierced with nakedness of love,

Of injustice and lack of kindness,

Dehydrated of the truth, glare of hope and shortness of breath {barrah},

Like Giraffes elongated in search of green pastures,

For they didn’t water their own,

Like children like the light,

They behave like the adults they like the dark and scared of the light,

They like the war, new anthem of peace,

For the night is illuminated with many neon lights,

Of the filthy bill they paid not,

For they are just faces, the future faces,

The fake faces