Words cease to have meanings.
Light is shadow now.

How have I come to this desolate place,
Where square pegs fit into round holes?

I used to understand the foundation of math was 10.
Then it shifted to 12,
(Just a little shift, no one noticed at first)
But now none of my sums are work out.

Words used to have meanings.
They were written down on this pieces of paper
Black ink seeping through to the otherside in the light.

The words used to be enough to protect me.

“We the people…”

Until the masked men with guns decided these words had different meanings.

A piece of paper is poor protection from bullets and tear gas.

What good is a piece of paper if we can no longer agree what the words mean?