Against the Grain

I live within a dejected state
as society preaches streamlined hate –
against my kind, they can't debate
… my views about life.

So instead of agreeing with what I see
they force their hands against my seams,
pulling and tearing at my sleeves
… until they separate.

Next, I'm taken in against my will,
they lock me up with their drug induced thrills;
injecting my mind with their sins
of intolerance against my mind.

Yet, against the grain I remain,
pushing and shoving to escape
societies views of a normal lived life;
its filled with sadistic lullabies.

Against the Grain by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse