Control. Sometimes it is hard to keep.
Either others take it or one must fight to make such energies stay.
A refugee with a kind heart. He fights for his respect each and every day.
Judged and sometimes counted out
The intoxication of power is the oppressors drink
They become drunk and leave their brains behind
And often fail to think.
Your sanity is tried. You wish to cut their ties.
There is no where to run. It is a catch 22.
They laugh in the distance as he cries.
He snaps to their amusement.
“Another crazy show”
A freak.
“Not any more!”
He breaks out and creates a new movement.
Enjoying a louder voice. A new choice.
To end the conflicting violence and messages by the ones blind leading the blind.
The connected and feeling new world, from one strong voice, it creates a better world through more kinder choices.
Better vision for all..not just the one.
United we stand. We never fall.
Over the oppressors war….
Over all the conflicts
Our army of light has won.