Freedom: When was the last time you felt it?

daniel-wetter Poems

I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights. Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be. Hate feeds off of hate, but if thats all it takes, then **love should come so easily.** Bashing in windows. Spraying with mace. Choking to death. Eliminating race. Classes are gone, So classless mistakes, are now made daily at the hastiest rate. We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste, of what has become the most delicious most suspicious, vicious, fishy, repetitious, superstitious, vision named freedom. It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see, is a sea of beings not being one thing, and that’s free. When was the last time you felt it? And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it". So if you took the feeling of now and held it, bottled it up and shelved it, you would open up to find your mind in decline. This moment was better while laters behind. Thats the path that we’re on but we have control. We’re not egos and clothes, we’re people of souls We're humans of thought Not students of hate. Evil got a head start, but now truth is in the race. And if truth is in your face, and you choose to look away, then get used to the abuse and not confused at truce-less fates. The pre action of action is thinking to act. I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap. They’ve bent us too far, for us to go back. The past is a place where patterns attack. And people are put no matter the facts. Police are afoot demanding the last, of freedoms they take them, and **** them with gas. A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass these colors don't bleed, yet we see they fade fast. We’ve exceed the need, to keep things intact.