Day 6, Poem 6: Moratorium

Someone called a moratorium on giving a shit,
and no one's lifting it
Young men still kill each other over hard glances
Young women still stumble home alone, too drunk,
taking chances

Someone called a moratorium on respect,
and souls grew mossy with neglect
Young toughs go gay-bashing in the
name of church and beer
Young women sacrifice their souls
baptized in cum and fear

Someone called a moratorium on heart and
no one turned as debt dwarfed art
Loves wither and bend beneath the weighty
wind of distrust
Souls smolder in ashes of reckless abandon,
flames fueled by lust.