some mornings this is how I wake, with too much to dream screams in my head
so we have this social platform where everything can be shared
with others
we live in a country where corruption has once again run rampant but continue to express pride because those with the most to lose if we question it tell us we must be proud or we don't belong
(get angry, say it mean, sometimes just getting along is another way of keeping your head down)
but instead of instigating change we share pictures of cuddlies
yet satire and sarcasm keep creeping in
the stain around the edge of the white
riddling all we express
it can't be stopped
the only question is
how long will we continue to be sheep
(cheap for thrills, product, and life)
sheered for profit
(do you ever wonder why only visionaries who produce profit are lauded in these days as heroes?)
used to be the age of the lottery
still is
“you might be the lucky one
to join the exalted
few”
the corrupt
look around
pay the cheapest, then wonder why
neighbors are losing their homes
work two jobs
live off money you don’t have
(credit to those who speculate)
To train more sheep
“this is the way you do it
you might get lucky
become one of the exalted few”
corrupt
let’s redefine what’s right
our rights
human rights
our forefather’s spoke other words
in a different world
than those we’re told today
and we’ve seen this place before
where we fought
for new rights
to many give peace a chance
means acquiescence
(lived that life)
heads in the sand
sometimes it means war
(lucky enough to have a father to teach me to stand up and fight)
name your own enemy
aim for what’s right
whispers of our ancestors
scream
in our ears
heed their words
listen to what they say
change
is not what’s left in our pockets when we play another’s game
change
the
world
or our children will pay
one hand fills with water
the other fills with dust
clasp hands to create
or let fall to one trust
the earth speaks
louder than we can hear
trade is our coin
for all that is real
(doesn’t make it so)
changes when you see the police as an army
no longer a force to fear
parades of violence
threats
fear
there’s nothing racial about it
simply class warfare
one side against another
political confusion obfuscates
speaks lies for what you see
where the line is drawn
not in the dirt where you’re told
but in the air
effervescent upon the wind
look inside
heal the corruption
seal or purge the cancer
fight
