Photo by Matt Fielding

Written by Ailsa Anderson

With such kindness, such theory takes on redundancy
Shattered in the face of those creases
Melted in all of the jargon they cannot understand
But the pain alleviates with simplicity, to help the one or the many
The dilemma instilled from those words discussed years ago
Among a class of culture, a class of seeming intelligence
Whilst we waste time, desecrating the words meant to evoke our
Our aid
Our humanity
Gone, crumbled with complexity, in the fires of any manner of understanding
But who are you talking to?
Who are you writing to?
Who are you drawing?
Who needs your help?
and the ignorance surfaces