Late night jotting

Waited to have a taste of the chase
but now I'm finishing after you in this human race,
can't replace the images of a timid kid
limited in social interactions
back when punishment was kneeling on rocks
bible in hand
can't make this feeling stop
like the white man in tribal land
the final stand at Wounded Knee
U.N.I.T
Y am I too blind to see
that the fight in me died in me
when I got the news
that you were in Skyview
I thought I was being lied to
a sick and twisted game it was not
the stories never made sense
holes in the plot
people under a pretense
of knowing who shot.