BLACK AND EVERY LIVES MATTER

Much more to humanity than being White or Black, no inferiority nor superiority.

No African No American and nothang like Asian. All I see on earth is humans.

No black no white or yellow complexion, but all were humans of same kind.
All Lives Matter. And if humans should be categorized, Black Lives Matter.

Why do we **** each other? It doesn't really matter who you're nor where you from, we were nothang but brother.(s)

He Who wishes the world peace would not alone dwell therein. Black lives matter as well as every other's.

We have got to change the way we live, change the way we think, we got to change the way we treat each other.

We need to change the way we perceive one another. What's love if what we only understands is to **** each other?

The black needs the white and what could the white do without the black? Even the world is made Black and White. So tell me why do white hate on black?

(I asked my little lad here of the type of color, all he could first mentioned was Black and White.)

So tell me
since we all realized both white and black were divine colors,
why do we have to fight one another?

Instead of us building humanity and making the world a better place for everyone.

Let us not spare any room for racism in our world. If we can't be together, why would God made us together? He would have set us on a separate world.

Why do we have to live under oppressive laws? How do lives survive where and when solidarity becomes history?

Much more to life than poverty. All lives matter no difference. No Peace for a wicked mind, If nobody tell you, who seen you ever made it higher by bringing others  down?

Let he who is without sin be the first to cast the stone. Mistakes are inevitable in our world.

Even the judges can be wrong too. Why do we judge each other, and yet telling people to be themselves and yet judge them?

All lives matter. Corona plaque has no place in our midst and social distancing doesn't separate us, hatred do ****** us.

We got to learn to be a  brother's keeper, no to racism because Black and every lives matter.
#c9_fm

Blue skies are optimistic,
even when days are cold

Grey skies are oppressive;
they weigh heavy on the soul.

What good are words
When these feelings consume me
There's never enough syllables
To spell out what my heart says

To love and be in love
Those phrases mean nothing
The letters construct a frame
For us to place our own meaning

If I tell you I'm sad
You do not feel my pain
But when I say that I love you
You feel what I'm saying

Language holds so much power
But it limits us too
When I can't place words to my thoughts
They become simply invisible

It is the June of no summer
misty margins shift
gray to white-blind
the view is winter
the aftertaste bitter
in a perfumed sea
this shrine
both lovely
and disconnected
serenely denies
the fog’s lies

all is quiet
the Western front
sullenly submits
to relentless
willful weather
I listen only
to the birds
conjure storms
of wisdom
await the lightening
of oppressive skies

I once had faith in human-kind's goodness,
The idea that people could grow up,
I once thought people were genuine,
But now it's all gone down the drain,
People are just one and the same.
Some men are afraid to be sensitive,
Certain women can't seem to toughen up,
It's all what popular society wants,
For people to become something they're not.

But this has to sound like a cruel song,
No one wants to hear how I feel,
In the end everyone is on their own,
You love defending the master, at his heel.
I will do as I'm told, carry on with a heavy heart,
This way of life will tear us all apart,
I bid you adieu, time to be swallowed whole
By societies ever oppressive ways and greed,
Become what people want, never what they need.

*It's the worlds end, like anyone pretends they are aware,
And in the end it seems that no one was really there,
And in reality, no one even cares.

It is like some steampunk nightmare
Where working overtime is a racket
When what was time and a half pay
On the day I get my check, I make less;
Some kind of tax bracket scam thing
Where working extra hours put me
Into another category and increased
The tax they use to grease the wheels
Of a bloated government that hates me.
Maybe that dates me and it isn’t true;
That things have changed and it is
No longer arranged that way. And maybe
The way things became done was that
I got it all back as a refund. But isn’t that
Redundant, that I had to pay it to them
To use it like per diem for their games?

The shame is that I chafed and did nothing
Besides ******* and frothing at the mouth.
It’s not like I could go south to Ensenada,
Buy a piñata that looked like Mickey Mouse,
It was just that the house always wins.
But I have to pay for my tiny, mundane sins.
Why don’t they? Why does it go on and on
And then the money’s gone and I pay more
The next time some fat ***** of a politician
Begins a petition to increase their slice
And nicely reduce ours to a pittance
So low there is no admittance to a show
Or enough to replace a car that is a wreck?

The albatross around my neck gets larger
As it I move farther from the day it died
Even though I have tried standing up straighter.
It’s The Grand Guignol Theatre that life is
And the strife is to not let it get me down;
To be the happy clown and not the sad one
In a game that was begun to make me lose.
I am not confused. I see it, but it seems
Even in dreams I get no kind of relief
From a governmental thief with immunity;
The pillages with impunity and teases
That he does what he pleases. Neener, neener
What in hell could possibly be meaner?

Try as we must
The stone will prevail
For we are but sand
On this solid veil