Only the insides of a teddy bear remained when someone thought
It was a good night for a fairly big stuffed
Teddy bear to die.
The wet insides of this teddy bear whisper in to the wind after
A lost thought that would have saved this cuddly toy
From being ripped apart.
The insides of this teddy bear say nothing about the teddy bear itself
But scream loudly of the society it lived in and
Where it met it's destiny.
The insides of this teddy bear spread on Friday night but still covering the streets on
Sunday evening tell the contradictory tale of a city with empty promises and
Individuals with inconsiderate actions.
The insides of this teddy bear will never again be inside of a teddy bear but
May very well end up inside several birds who think it's their
Lucky day.
The insides of this teddy bear looking like a huge
Pile of bread crumbles might suffocate a poor
Bird looking for an easy meal.
The insides of this teddy bear saturated with rain
Bear witness to a society that doesn't care and
Closes their eyes to ugly.
The insides of this teddy bear waiting for
Someone to make them
Disappear.
Go where the insides of this teddy bear never again remind us
That the death of one stuffed teddy bear was not just
Trash on the streets.
It was more.
The blockchain will remember.
Hive remembers.
People, what is wrong with you?
