by gbeck1
I say my tears are salty yet bittersweet because they wash away yesterday's sorrows.
You say your tears are faulty; incomplete because you save today's for tomorrow.
Society's tears are split in memoriam,
Spilt blood and forgotten quarrels
Unforgiven wars of the past drag on today because we reassure ourselves the solution comes tomorrow, then comes overwhelming dismay,
When the past repeats itself.
what isn't comprehended by the masses is that change never truly happened, these wounds are incapable of healing themselves.
Ignorance is bliss, the tears were dried before they splattered by our parents' gentle napkins.
We can't bend over or fold because our hands were previously dealt.
But colour is beauty, a gratuity is a tip,
A race is something to be won in a movie,
Not an excuse to ignore beauty due to the colour he or she is.
Standards are a facade, we were led astray,
But i say i am not colourblind because our tears fall down the same.

I wonder if I'm losing my mind
I feel that my thoughts are in bind

The legacy and intricacy so delicately woven
But I know underneath were all lies if proven

Falsehood mixed with sense of modesty
Blah, I don't want or need such courtesy

Show me the truth, and only the truth that lies within
With no horrid intention, my patience is wearing thin

And even then they are such a temporary relief
Because I constantly argue to expose the false belief

But masses rises in torrents to give lies a form in reality
Something that should not even be compare to truth in duality

And forevermore the generation continues to wrongly foster
Planted racism and prejudices which are the imposter

And our moral codes and principles are all but forgotten
As fear brew from lies that should have been left out rotten

My placid eyes somehow remains desert dry
Lost all ability to even try to cry

I am a witness, a citizen and a bystander
Feeling powerless and no one to slander

It has simply become so difficult to tell
What is real and what is not real in tale