there are nails
hammered through the bat
i wave while arguing
that if one person
is denied their right
to be a person
then none of us
get to be people
the nails look rusty
it could be blood
this is a metaphor
i have lost faith in
the way i lose faith
sometimes
that i am a person
and so
sometimes
add the thin burn
of hypocrisy
to the brown-tar
porridge
of depression
which offers
variety
if nothing else
Thanks @FrostPoem for the prompt - person.