You grew up with windows

If you grew up in the suburbs of the US
You grew up with windows.
You most likely grew up with windows that were clean.
You most likely grew up with large windows that were clean.
You most likely grew up with large windows that were clean, that let in the light but kept out the cold.
You grew up with large windows that were clean that let in the light but kept out the cold and if they were broken they were fixed.
You grew up with large windows that were clean that let in the light but kept out the cold and if they were broken they were fixed, that didn't have bars on them.
You grew up with large windows that were clean that let in the light but kept out the cold and if they were broken they were fixed, that didn't have bars on them, that opened and closed with ease.
You grew up with large windows that were clean that let in the light but kept out the cold and that were fixed, that didn't have bars on them, that opened and closed with ease, with blinds and curtains that could be opened and closed with ease.
You grew up with large windows that were clean, that let in the light but kept out the cold, that were fixed, that didn't have bars on them, that opened and closed with ease, with blinds and curtains that could be opened and closed with ease, that looked out on clean grass and green trees and other well tended houses.
You grew up with large windows that were clean, that let in the light but kept out the cold, that were fixed, that didn't have bars on them, that opened and closed with ease, with blinds and curtains that could be opened and closed with ease, that looked out on clean grass and green trees and other well tended houses, or a vista
or maybe even a lake
that the sun rose over.
And most likely you didn't know

you couldn't see

so you didn't understand

where the glass came from

or who made the frames

or that your house had large working clean windows without bars on it

but others don't.

you couldn't see

so you didn't understand

So you never even asked why

just give up now

lets just give up now, for real
lets let go
into the rain puddle
face on the cement.make a bouquet of cigarette butts in the ashtrayspend money on another druglet the cuts come.
caress the lands with bombs
blow it all to smithereens
lets fill the rivers with trash
feed the fish plastic
and the children lies
lets walk away from calls of need
throw away hugs
spit out words of hate
fling them as strong as we can
lets cry all alone
and yell at others for wallowing in their own self pity
deny resources for those in need
takes baths in vodka
exhaling sweating the stink all day long
smear our blood on the stones of the walls already there as we climb them
offer ourselves to the top
building them higher with our own bodies
our own dead bodies
sacrificing ourselves to the GMO corn
lets just forget about them
fuck ourselves for driving past them
hate ourselves for not helping them.
hate ourselves for eating pork from beaten pigs
lets pig out on it
and the radical feminists, the inner city blacks and the privileged white activists, the poor,
the Palestinians and the Jew, the people who don't understand us,
lets blame all the people out there who are different from us, lets blame the men that date woman half their age
lets blame the hopeless drug addicts, the blind rich, the victims,
the brother with brain damage who can not care for himself because he tried to kill himself years ago. The skinny bitch who only thinks about herself and her diet and trying to make her body perfect. lets beat up those who look like the ones who beat us. lets beat up those who put us here. those who enforced the rules. lets fuck those who break the rules.
let the mountains blow up
drive our cars with abandon and hit pedestrians.
because lets face it,
Humans kill and rape and bomb.
abuse and excuse.
and then bury and deny.

don't bother to leave the house
don't wear a jacket for the cold
or
give a jacket for the cold
forget about
mittens
and drums
and smiles
in my hopelessness
and cry with me
because this world is built on top of a volcano of pain
lets shoot guns into the air and let the bullets rain back down on us
lets pop the tires of children parked by the play ground
lets put up more fences
lets fertilizer the plowed fields with
and the homeless
lets blame the angry men
There are 7 billion of us and most of us feel alone, uncared for.
or
or
Just for a moment just see me
in my hopelessnessand cry with mebecause this world is built on top of a volcano of pain