Oh brother,
I can’t see you as my enemy
when your right here
standing next to me
struggling in America
a parallel complexity
of all those strange societies
just striving to be
a little bit better.

Oh no,
You’re in the blue car
just in front of me
passing other strangers
who don’t want to be
away from their family
but they got to work
to get paid and pay the bills.
At the end of the day
they rush home to see their kid
and watch them play.
They are my brothers and sisters.

Okay,
I know this world is strange.
I’ve cried out this life is pain
but that’s not a matter of fact
it’s a matter of what I lacked.
Though, the particle of hope is small
my love envelopes us all
so I’ll pass my atomic heart along.

Hell yes,
I hear the hopeful hearted dialogue
that denies the over simplified diatribes
from that mad lib racist guy.
Humans rise.
Strangers stand in line.
People love each other
hugging out binary code
saying we will all be fine
in ones and zeroes.
So don’t waste this time. Cont
You don’t have to look hard to find them.
They are not walking a step behind.
They are standing right here.