Begin anywhere.
Like on the sands with names of missing people engraved on them with blood.
Like on the drones with deceit and disaster dripping down them like a flood.
Like on the ashes of burned down homes, lost dreams and no childhood.
Your days go by too fast for you to give one simple care,
Are all the happenings around you fair?
For the kid on the road, is there a dollar you can spare?
Tell me that the old sand on the path outside your house
Didn’t whisper to you the stories of those days
When bombs would be bells,
The moon’s light wished you well,
You’d get up every time you fell
And this wouldn’t be a life with so much hell.
The smell of phosphorous and fire were not supposed to greet my sister today,
The sight of dead flesh, empty eyes and red burns were told
To remain on the TV screen only,
So what are they doing kneeling in front of my people’s eyes?
I never saw the ocean as just blue,
But today the rush of water only brings me brown and black
As I remember that hundreds of people die from contaminated waters every hour.
As I remember that some people have to walk miles just to get water,
As I remember that I am much more than someone chained to the lies of the media.
The government is wicked, so wicked is dominant.
But they forgot iron bars wouldn’t even stop me from my prominent
Ways.
There are seeds that were planted in me long ago chanting about
Freedom and justice, happiness, love and bliss.
That and this.
Because every time I looked to the ground I saw clouds dripping with mercury and ugly flowers
Smelled metallic rust reeking air as cities burned
As fire glinted off my mother’s skin and smoked thanks because
At least she was alive.
I could
Break it, stretch it, bend it, crush it, crack it, and fold it,
All these facts yet we just keep stacking it.
Dollar bills and coins affect people like poetry,
But words are not items you can buy.
And why do we have to
Muster courage,
Just to say hi.