The Wildest Ones

Like a flag
tattered by bullets
of a thousand battles,
they bare it all –
their ugliness,
their darkness,
their scars
on the body
and the soul,
for the world to see.
 
They come
unclothed,
their faces
unmasked,
their words
unfiltered.
 
The wildest ones
are the purest ones.
 
They
don’t
hold back.
Their ugliness
is the naked truth
of the world.
 
Their silence,
its death.