unproscribed

at some point we will run beyond the writ
into the vacant spaces where night rules
and to survive you need far more than wit

i know you're laughing as you easy sit
and thinking those of us who work are fools
at some point we will run beyond the writ

you think that none of us have got the grit
or that we simply cannot find the tools
and to survive you need far more than wit

your heart is empty and your mouth will spit
fresh venom at the ones whom you call mules
at some point we will run beyond the writ

unlike you we know that we've been hit
by those whose raging anguish never cools
and to survive you need far more than wit

the path before us seldom has been lit
but each of us has learned much in the schools
at some point we will run beyond the writ
and to survive you need far more than wit