The Damaged People - Leæther Strip

«Who are you?»

«I am what you desire.»

«I have been damaged.

Damaged people are dangerous.

Survival makes them so.

They have no pity.

They know that others can survive as they do.»

The Damaged People

«Sleep… a kind of death, perhaps?»

Like a man, alone, sitting on the bench

Invisible to us all

Like the village idiot who made us laugh

Until he raped a girl behind the bike shed

Like the 8-year-old boy walking to the park

To find his mom because the fridge is empty

Again

The Damaged People

Like the dead man on the second floor

No one noticed he was gone until the smell came

Like the woman at the station going through the trash

While we try our best to ignore her

Like the Russian girl who was promised good work

But the only job she was forced to do

Was to fuck you for money

The Damaged People

Like the woman selling her body each day

To get the heroin her body needs

Like the little girl ripped from her family

Because her daddy sold pictures of her

Like the dying man fighting for his life

Trying to win just another (?)

Like the gay teenager killing himself

Because his parents told him what the world does to faggots

Like the world leaders getting high on power

I wonder if they really give a damn

About the millions of people running from a war

A war they never asked for

«Who are you?»

«I am what you desire.»

«I have been damaged.

Damaged people are dangerous.»

The Damaged People