unafraid

unafraid. I want to live out of the shade.
where liars and losers and the lackwit bruisers fade
to ashes. where the deep, bloody gashes of trust betrayed
does not mean you must live, dismayed,
the septic wounds bringing pain those final hours
where innocence seems a handicap against the seven powers
now aligned in a mesalliance, the violence of silence
metaphor for more of the irony of emotional belligerence
that punches itself out like George Foreman in Zaire
before being dropped like a bad habit by those who dare to care.
all I need is a microphone, three words and the truth.
all I need is an earnest heart, these words to speak the sooth.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.