Picture this
This unperfect
Picture frame
Pure defect
Cracked and torn
Weathered and worn
Anonymous gender
And obvious scorn
Love turned insanity
A burdened structure
destined to snap
To shift and rupture
Tranquility of demise
A defensive of hate
A blockade of emptyness
Without terms to negotiate
Raise your noise level
Question the authority
Just to be considered
A hated minority
Disregard the chimes
Return to your place
We lost our fixation
In the vastness of space.