Luyện nghe bài hát Troll

Once upon a time, you and all kind
lived underneath
had ridges for that dropped off into empty chests
as if your were all stolen treasures
as if an crew were hired to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feel
and while the world above you invented the wheel you put
that would one day roll over top of you to get to where it's going
you had an endlessly flowing supply line of
you began to brood over and made meals of our hope
as if crushing our spirits would your mirrors cast better reflections than the ones they gave
as if the only way you could save yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one notice you hided in it
you learned to knit into a kind of camouflage
treated hope like a mirage that you use to lure in your next meal
you lived off our fears, you could taste what we
and every night, as the moon at bedtime stories on
you darkness as an invite to head out into the woods
you curled hands into wrecking balls
breath became squalls, you made rocks rumble,
you made shiver, you made boys and girls pray that someone would deliver them from you
we told them, you aren't
and then one day, the changed
but you all the same
just migrated living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighways
days and nights became meaningless, each already deep in chest became an abyss no one would find the bottom of
concepts love fell into your gravity
we turned ourselves into life preservers hoping to save as many as we
but the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors beds all shook their heads not knowing how to deal with you
you, who crept into our lives, tongues like knifes stabbing your words into our skin
you began to begin yourselves into our homes
you had computer screens for eyes and software for
you turned your into stones
and hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see other than ugly
different
you had like flint and scraped them against decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch fire
you all had smiles like one-way barbed wire not meant to us out, but to keep us in
always like a firing pin, you spoke in
it cute
it isn't
you talked into death
and
and as each family learns to graft over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scar
you have coaxed the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at
offered nooses, cliffs, and pills to those who unfortunately found you before found help
you praised
waltzed in between tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the dexterity of your
you on rape
dashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a race on who be awful first
now
you see this as an invitation to turn your keyboards into catapults
wondering which one of you can be the first to hate us
your
already dressed in riot
to incite rage
as if each message board is a stage who you recite hostility turning of speech into freedom of cruelty
we are with you
the way you are stuck with you
mind is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap wallpaper
we were once upon a time told that of you exist
we dismissed you as make or myth, now
on with resolve
we can no longer afford to tell ourselves, you aren't real
we will not let you your dinners out of the things we feel.