There is a sickness that is swarming the people.
A sickness I don’t understand.

A willingness to **** one another
with a weapon or our bare hands.

They will pull out the strings of our humanness.
Hate and confusion pumps through our blood.

Money and greed seem to guide us.
It feels wrong but no one says a word.


There is a sadness that won’t leave my soul.
A sadness I don’t understand.

A inability to find what I’m looking for.
And for that I will search all the land.

I will pull at the strings of my humanness
Inherited failure will not stand

I will demand the things from myself I am lacking
and with enlightenment,

I  will better understand.