Some Convicted ‘Our’ Harmless

Praise is above the line,

Time is the path of crime,

A hero is still left behind,

On par with all that is blind.

Our lives are hurt by dream,

Or so it always seems,

Stealth is the reason to fear,

All the convicted are still here.

Some convicted our harmless,

Don’t know they could be homeless…

Creepers climb down on life,

Wasting time and giving strife,

Growing into the system,

It helps to find the Krypton.

Hidden away in the mind,

It’s all starting to bind,

Pulling out of the flesh,

The life has torn the mesh.

Some convicted our harmless,

Don’t know they could be homeless…

Hard are the lanes of verse,

Time now starts to reverse,

Falling down to the cot,

It’s a dream of the crazy lot.

To come to life is sighing,

Jumping out of the lying,

Don’t see what we had,

All we wanted was to be mad.

Some convicted our harmless,

Don’t know they could be homeless,