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 hearts all stolen treasures
as if an excavation crew were hired to dig up and the part of you that let you feel
and while the above you invented the wheel you stayed 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 to brood over humanity and made meals of our hope
as if our spirits would make 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 would notice you in it
you learned to knit pain into a kind of
treated hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your meal
you off our fears, you could taste what we feared
and every night, as the moon at bedtime on sunlight
you took darkness as an invite to out into the woods
you curled your into wrecking balls
your became squalls, you made rocks rumble,
you made land shiver, you made boys and girls pray that someone deliver them from you
we told them, you aren't
and then one day, the world
but you all stayed the
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 ever find the of
concepts like fell into your gravity
we turned into life preservers hoping to save as many as we could
but the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the under beds all shook their heads not knowing how to deal with you
you, who crept into our lives, with tongues knifes stabbing your words into our skin
you began to begin yourselves into our homes
you had computer screens for and software for bones
you turned your hate stones
and hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see anything than ugly
anything
you had fingernails like flint and scraped them decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch fire
you all had smiles one-way barbed wire not meant to keep us out, but to keep us in
like a firing pin, you spoke in explosions
it isn't
it funny
you talked strangers into
and
and as each family learns to graft skin over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself the scar
you have the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at memorials
offered nooses, cliffs, and pills to those who found you before they found help
you suffering
waltzed in tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the dexterity of your animosity
you on rape
dashed through police tape as if it were the line in a race on who could be awful first
now
you somehow see as an invitation to turn your keyboards into catapults
which one of you can be the first to hate us best
your
already in riot gear
ready to rage
as if each message board is a stage who you recite hostility turning freedom of speech into of cruelty
we are stuck you
the way you are stuck with you
your mind is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap
we were once upon a time told that of you exist
we dismissed you as believe or myth, now
on only with
we can no longer afford to tell ourselves, that you real
we not let you make your dinners out of the things we feel.