Make a change they say
Do is different but change must come
The beauty of the world still alive
And the human race still kind
But it has its devious twists

Where are we on the map?
Next to the bombing, the shooting,
And the suicide
That’s how we’ll find each other
Tragedy scatters on a map of the world
Like a shotgun blast delivered from the moon

Make a change they say
Do is different but change must come
At our fingertips; endlessness
More information than benefits
And we spread our wings to explore
For hours without knowing another’s face

Is there more power in a blog
Than a marching army of belief?
Oh, the inspiration we stir while
It’s easier to share than to be
The change we want to see
Is this the future?
Or is it digression?

The real world is dying and no one understands why,
maybe because we are raised by the internet,
inspired by illusions,
focused on filters,
and think hollywood is the sky.

No time to look each other in the eye and talk about your perspective on life,

you only know how much they loved you when you die
#RIP

You choose a sepia filter
To match your timeless visage
To match the clothes you've wandered into today
But it is not a selfie.

Your eyes pierce them through their iPhone screens
Your smile is casually not directed towards anyone in particular
Your outfit is recklessly on point
And it is not a selfie.

It is a punch in the gut
to everyone who has ever
said you are not good enough.
It is not a selfie.

The wings by your eyes will go out of style.
The dye in your hair will wash down the drain.
The clothes will wear out and you will take pictures again.

But you have fabricated a moment.
You are smiling towards yourself.
Slap your image onto every social media you know
Next to the supermodels and Kardashians and words of self hatred
This is the fulcrum with which you will lever the world.
This is not a selfie.

The crazy demography of death in our minds; our shine-clad generation suggests our invisible escape to depravity
we are Not innocent, we are Not cured-
of whatever disease we choose to hide in our black cages
we are afraid without pure fear; we are a disgrace
And so much happens in the streets at night-
as each man loses his faith in (?)you-name-it, that we breed either
poets, prophets or politicians, vegetables.

I can't remember the day when everything wasn't stressful.
I can't remember the day when a smile didn't have to be fake.
I can't remember the day when the stars were shared with a loved one.
I can't remember the day when I didn't have to hide from my problems because they were too painful to face.
I can't remember the day when I was happy.
I can't remember the day that I felt proud of doing something special.

I can't remember doing something special..  for this generation is now about survival. The day didn't use to be like this.

I can't remember the day.

‘Cast Your Fate,’ so where has that led us?
A painting with holographic colours
A way of life put into words
Comfort searched for by the uncomforted; we all know this is every single one of us

Cast your fate etched into every notebook, postcard, skin cell
Every syllable that escapes your throat
The race to be the one to do it first and do it best
Gain some and lose some so we all remain equal
Every dream, every verse, every prayer, repeated over and over until it’s all just sounds dripping out of your mouth

Cast your fate and be the ones that live to see their kids have kids
With their lips and hearts touched by those they love
Not the ones who wait for a saviour to come save them while they sit there waiting for that letter from the Lieutenant saying that their son is dead because that’s where his dream led him

Cast your fate so the lazy are stuck and so the motivated can fly
So that we as a population are no longer stuck between yes, no, start stop, right, wrong
So that every word of ambivalence will stop scratching the blood off our hearts and souls, attempting to fill the empty gap inside us with something we believe is real but is not

Cast your fate so you can go where you want and breathe what you believe
Because who knows, maybe in one day, two days, a month from now, you’ll be in a better place and no one can pull you back down

Do it for the ones who can’t
Do it for the ones who aren’t in the spotlight
Do it for the ones who are beaten up every day at school and don’t report it
Do it for the ones who work hard all day and night and are stamped on until their faces are as ***** as the ground beneath their feet
Do it so you can shine brighter than everyone else because that’s what you deserve

Cast your fate so that the painting maintains its meaning
So that next time you’re faced with Jehovah’s Witnesses knocking on your door, maybe it will start to mean something
Maybe, at the bottom of our hearts, we will start to uncover some growing sense of belief
So equality means being equal and the gap between black and white is closed and remains closed

Cast your fate so you become the mothers, the fathers, the grandparents, the future
So that every single eye that blinks and sparkles in the night has the privilege to see good and not bad
So that our generation is no longer looked down upon and so we become idols and not criminals

Cast your fate