Oh lord, send down
the pouring rain

You clap your hands
to make the thunder and the lightning

to wash away the sins of
the world

so many of us
have been broken

we brought here
to push them with wooden plows

to plant the seeds
that grow somehow

Now we're here to pick this cotton

that gave the master all the provisions and
our souls did not prosper from the harvest

all  the pain and the suffering
We bend through

They took us
from the Mother Land

They took away
our culture and language to understand

turned us into their slaves

sold us down the river and
separate our families

abused us into submission

Lord, all we're asking for is a bit of
justice and mercy because

All I'm asking

We just wanna be free

When you look back, what can you say?
Did you bring something of use,
Something that you can be proud of?
Or did you just take, causing pain and misery?
Will others be proud of what you did,
Will someone thank you for what you’ve done?
Or will they celebrate now you’ve gone?
Are you an angel on Earth,
Bringing selfless happiness and joy?
Do you love with all your heart,
Never expecting acts in return,
Just knowing that feeling good is good enough?
For if you do,
Then you will know,
The meaning of love.

You think you know because you read something on the internet
And your wife’s best friend’s cousin knows someone with it
So you have all the answers and cannot be wrong
Dave down the pub reckons it is all a scam and really they are just a bit thick
And he knows because he is Dave and Dave knows **** especially when seven pints in (God he is ******* funny; what a legend)

We are the problem with the world
The world that is only for the entrepreneur
Not the ones who see through the smokescreen
Wanting to give love to everyone, using intimidating genders and pronouns, instead of glorifying the economies of scale
But they are the snake oil salespeople

So go back to your cave of gossip and rumours; evolution has stalled for you
Genuflecting at the feet of those paid influencers who tell you how to live your life with fictitious remedies of being
Leaving us to mop up your mess
Too ******* stupid, too ******* greedy to save the earth
Too ******* stupid, too ******* greedy to end poverty
Too ******* stupid, too ******* greedy to accept
Too
*******
Stupid
You
Greedy
****

It’s coming
Or maybe it ain’t
I’m gonna be there
Either way
Here is there
Whenever
Wherever
He says

I wish I could stare in the mirror
Look back at that haunting reflections
The long, dark shadows, lying behind my eyes
I want to tell myself to live—
To finally learn how to smile, genuinely, for the first time in my life
But deep in my heart, I have always been a coward
And I could never forget you
So I hide away from the truth, sinking into oblivion
"Things will get better."
But that's just another lie, isn't it?

In a sea of faces, I'm just another one in the crowd
A number on the board, a pawn never worth your attention
I start seeing people seem so happy
Smiling with joy I've forgotten how to possess
And yet I linger like a ghost, staring into the fields
Watching the flower petals scatter into the wind
Memories of a past, lost forever
Wondering how I can ever learn to feel that way again
But my existence seems meaningless,
An easy way out gleams forward, lighting the path
A tightening around my cord, ticking seconds pass by
Counting down to the moment it ends
The sound they hitch and catch, lost in my throats
Words long pass the notion of death
I only wanted to be set free.
Final sailors wait at the station
Stone meets my sentiments, followed by the foggy after
A lone umbrella waits quietly in the rain
Ones trying to remember a soul already gone
Soon they become busy, far and few
The thought occurs to me, sudden and sharp
An unease fills the cavities in my chest
It creeps doubtfully, into the corner of my mind
Reminding me of that haunting statement, once I used think was true—
"I can't believe anyone would miss someone like me."

Thank you for making my last few moments worth living
A ray of hope in these troubled times
Although this might an experience
One I rather not repeat once again
I would do anything just to see you again
My final declaration of thanks
I love you so much it hurts.