No New Rules For Damaged Mind's Poem by James McLain

Such are the young
Today.
Apathy, no compassion
for the aged,
Or what they say.

The wasted lives, so young
And young, they stay.
Though they still age.

Kindness to them,
Comes
in retrospect to their
Rage.
When their short life
Is gone.
And they've no where
To live.

Rock's bounced off their
Head's,
For fun have found there
Mark.
Their brains are dead
And the drug's
They need to cope with
What they've done.

Backwards,
They must move to prove
A point.
Because they have
lived
Within a gang and
out of focus,
they have stayed, to
See their end.

Charles Bukowski,
Once said,
it's not their faults.
Even drunk,
he knew it was, and
Stayed inside.

Because of our fear of them
And because
their fear is real, but
Of themselves.

Fear of fear, born fear
Crime,
No longer has an age,
Where you feel safe.

Their parents had no shame,
From hopelessness,
Were born and never shown
A way,
Back home if one there is.

From trauma,
Came all their pain
But the shame
of it,
Is that the leader's
Know.
And deliberately have
Decided,
To waste their lives.

Hopeless,
Many who support the current
Situation,
Would just kill them all
Out right.

And by our learned, knowing this,
Those damaged,
Childlike mind's a kindness, is.

White, brown or black, a private
Prison waits,
Oh, what a dreadful waste,
And money doesn't flow.