Francis Anthony Govia
Out in the yard the children used to play. Those were happy days until the men came and took away their happiness. All across America there are families just like his. People are losing their homes to unsympathetic men dressed in suits.
It is for the children some fight these men. The children are important, but isn’t that a losing battle?
The men in suits are what we aspire to become. Pack our children’s bags and send them off to school. Shape that innocence and willingness to love their playmates with abandon, and replace them with cold heartedness.
A broken skin on the playground is totally red, but the hands that help a fallen playmate to regain his feet are of differentiated color.
Take up the gauntlet of the future, and those selfless children become putrid men with hearts coarse like sandpaper.
Take up the gauntlet of the future, and their eyes bulge with greed.
A man in a suit can murder another. He can craft a Ponzi scheme and take hard earned money. He can smile to your face and stab you in the back.
This man is your sister. He is your brother. He is the child you used to play with on the playground.
He is the man that never stops going hard until he meets his end.
Dress him on that day he leaves everything behind, and it bears to reason, it calls for a suit.
