Hear, Know, Evil By Jasen Sousa

Hear, Know, Evil


While wearing my headphones, the music was drowned out
as I overheard the sound of a conversation.
The strange thing about it, I was above ground,
but I could hear them speaking down in the subway station.
I wrapped my headphones around my neck, took a deep breath,
I heard a person getting a token drop their change,
a gust of wind blew through my body
combing my veins.

I looked up at a window on the 10th floor of a building,
I could hear the entire meeting.
I looked at the payphone across the street,
a woman slammed the phone, I knew why she was weeping.
A taxi zoomed by with two men in the backseat,
I heard them discussing their crime.
Someone was staring at me from across the street,
I could see into his mind!

My head started spinning, all these words.
I heard a teacher going over a lesson, a priest giving his blessing in a confession.
Conversations throughout the city
received in crystal clear reception.
I heard people’s hatred,
more than half of this modern society is still racist.
A thousand thoughts,
but I couldn’t put an image to any faces.




Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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