I am tired, so tired
Of ancient relics
Stark statues
That mark
Old attitudes
Bad ideals  
Enshrined in
The sacred skin
Of spiritual devotion

I am tired
Of blind faith
Celebrating hate
Bathing those
Who wait
In the blood of
Ignorance and violence

I am tired
Of the unreading masses
Thinking that they are
Taking me to task
For my bad ideas
Smart mouths
With no solid stance
To back up
Their empty chants

I am tired
Of the primed populations
Bending to the will of
Wealthy preachers
Who give less then
A particle for the truth
And make a fool
Out of all those who
Pay them
To play them

we are not poetry
our tears don't have words
fit to describe them
to their exact measure of pain
our eyes are not the oceans
you compare them to
because you've run out of hues
our smiles aren't phrases
you heard in your past
nor is our laughter
equivalent to your favourite song
don't hide us between lines
and this fine black ink
let us grow and live
please let us be
for we are people,
and not poetry.