I hear the wind blow through broken trees

As amber lit bulbs sway to the side

Whispers carried softly by

While time races against the night

I will not wonder in the woods nearby

I will not listen to their sweet lullaby

Gazing listlessly up at the starlit sky

How can the heavens afford such beauty?

I will not wonder in the woods nearby

I will not be taken by their lullaby

Hate, you see it out on the streets throbbing, thriving, electrifying the ugliness of misunderstanding

To speak candid about it is alarming

People pull up arms to defend their lack of empathy when someone else's race is being treated with such disgrace

Holy is the place where people can come together and speak with intellectual taste and put to face how the world has fallen from grace

Blessed are the movers and shakers who want to see people untied and undivided in the ethnic battle

To those who tattle and try to rattle the movements brought forth by the uncompromising of your headset ways

You wear disgrace, your mind's misplaced

I can't relate to the distaste that's trying to spread all over the place

If all you see is the color of skin, you're living in sin and I cannot even begin to describe the time you've wasted on the poison of  hate

The destroyer of man

The one that always brings a violent end

In the time and place we are in with the world today, what moves you?

Where do your passions lie?
Where is your heart for the people?


How will you let this change effect you?
How will you let the world perceive you?

What is your dream for the future?
What does it all mean to you?

We live in a time where voices can be heard thanks to the movers and shakers of the past.

We can all stand united and keep the darkness of the world from driving us to being divided.

We live in a time where we have the power to stand up and make our voices be heard.

Our opinions are well deserved to be heard above the crowds of those who hate and discriminate against those they refuse to relate.

They speak in distaste, they're actions trying to displace all the love and grace, we as the human race are meant to facilitate.

I can't relate to all the anger and hate felt by those who think there's only one powerful race when the world is meant to be celebrated and cherished for the insurmountable cultures found in every different place worldwide.

We are not meant to be born into hate, but love and kindness that should come from our mother's face.

When and why they let that all be replaced by the poison that craves nothing but destruction and annihilation of all that they don't understand, is the saddest question known to man.

I will ask again as I near this end:

What moves you?