I see the world through fractured light,
Where justice begs beneath the weight,
And silence feeds the lion's bite,
While good men turn their eyes too late.
I feel the urge to take the flame,
To burn away what should not be,
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for the ones who cannot see.
If change must come and no one stands,
Then I will rise, with shaking hands—
Though power bends, and giants fall,
I'd give my breath to heal it all.
Let it cost me—let me break,
If breaking builds what fear forsakes.
Let my name be washed away,
If brighter lives can bloom one day.
I don't need thrones or thanks or gold—
Just truth, and courage, brave and bold.
And when I'm gone, if good remains,
Then let me vanish with my chains.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
They sell us comfort, coin by coin,
While truth lies quiet, unemployed.
A system built on silent screams,
Where dreams are bought, and sold as schemes.
Investors grin behind the glass,
As need and pain walk slowly past.
The people bend, but rarely break—
Not yet awake, but far from fake.
We trade our power for a price,
Forget that unity cuts twice.
Divided, numb, we play their game—
Each dollar tagged with someone’s name.
But sparks can start from aching hearts,
From minds that dare to question parts.
And if we rise—not just for self,
But human worth above the wealth—
Then change won’t knock. It will arrive.
We’ll see the world, not just survive.
For when the many choose to see,
No wall of gold can cage the free.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC