"genocides" poems
Politicians are corrupt,
Americans have had enough,
politicians are corrupt.
Politicians are corrupt,
Americans have had enough,
politicians are corrupt.
We don't need your resolution,
we don't want your final solution,
we just need a revolution, an evolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
help ourselves.
Declare freedom upon the land,
show it's not controlled by man,
declare freedom upon the land.
Declare freedom upon the land,
show it's not controlled by man,
declare freedom upon the land.
We don't need your resolution,
we don't want your final solution,
we just need a revolution, an evolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
help ourselves.
Recognize a genocide,
show that peace is on the rise,
recognize all genocides.
Recognize a genocide,
show that peace is on the rise,
recognize all genocides.
We don't need your resolution,
we don't want your final solution,
we just need a revolution, an evolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
help ourselves.
The evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution.
The evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
time for us to save ourselves.
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
Magnesium strip
brighter than a diamond
Sierra Leon blood Stings like an eye-pin,
lobotomy,
JFK's sister,
but this is not democracy,
Vatican city,
oppression and atrocity
Iran,
What a theocracy,
Brainwash religion,
for the jihad, and crusades,
Rawanda Armenian, genocides,
aids,
killing a minority,
might gives authority,
but the greatest tragedy,
is the world wide apathy.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
I am
the child of countless
genocides
of lands suppressed, who can’t
see the brighter
side
I am
the daughter of a neglected
family
who can’t look in their eyes, for they don’t care about
me
I am
the son of a town
lost in a futile
cycle
who doesn’t know how to get out, as every path
is an imploding
spiral
I am
the result of my mother
being
forced against her wishes, to think atrocity is what bore my
living
I am
the result of my father
who
sacrificed everything, just to see my life pull
through
I am
the offspring of a
colony
whose people are considered expendable, as if we aren’t all equally
holy
I am
the result of a bloodthirsty
state
who pillaged and burned
any place we saw fit, as if we carried their
fate
I am
a taker of
lives,
just as I am a bearer of
life
I am
a being of hate and
apathy
as much as I am a person of
love and
serenity
I am
the sword and the shield,
the dark and the light
the scorned and the healed
This is my story
so much as it is yours
The children of humanity
You & I
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
Today
go outside
after you've had
all the turkey,
stuffing,
cranberry sauce.
After you fill
your belly
with
a cornucopia
of food.
Go out there
and thank god
that those
Indians
died off so quickly.
Thank god
for giving us this land,
because we own it,
we can own
it.
It is ours
because God
said it should be ours,
not because
we took part
in one of the greatest
genocides
in history.
Breathe in
all that good air,
and thank god
that you don't have to be
on a reservation.
A refugee
on the motherland.
Our bad.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:58 PM UTC
Peak temperature water levels fake diagnoses white psychopaths starving hunger jingoism violence [systems that deprive us] guns entitlement shots fired accidents grief/mourning choking hazard corporate mascots corporate favoritism corporate bailouts corporate people ideology without monitor nationalism patriotism conservatives patriarchy murder-rape-suicide victim silence lack of conviction religious ********** false history infant mortality job insecurity invisible hands trickle down economics union busters corporate police brutal police evil police secret police debt bankruptcy foreclosure homelessness lost confused prisoner criminal banker war preparations propaganda ballots commercials advertisements campaigns money power puppets figureheads armies genocides **** bomb gas fire no survival violence wealthy lawyers assassinations heart complications death sleep.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
*Deadly deluded deceitful demon's of: inter-racial racism; murderous religiosity; frightful jealous hackings; tribally usurping genocides; atrocious political strength-of-arms; invading ferocity; selfish presidential reasoning;
Springs cut Irises -
dripping vital red not purple,
far from my window;
self-effacing prime ministerial decrees of war; sanctioned moves by greedy banker pawns; designer labelled terrorism; War, a game now called 'Texas Billionaires Commodity'; a countries paid survival; seeded maniacal jealousy; globalisation's murdering grandiose; grandiloquent made walking bombaster(s) ; revenger mob leaders; our taxed Fools World !?
Globalisation - orchestrated profiteers, betting our losses*
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
Today through the desperate shouts of man our equality is defined as rain pours down like cries
Cries of those who died and still dying; cries of widowed eyes
Today we are all the same…everyone is prone to be soaked by the drops of truth resembling rain
And maybe we all feel the pain
But as the raging voices shout and scream, they are perpetually shattered by every single drop of sky
Every man is alone, today... every man on his own today…
The rich get richer devouring all our rights and confiscating all our sense of security and hope
And the poor get dumped in wells of their own regret; wells unlike the theatrical scenes do not include a savior or that miraculous rope
Genocides are no more Armenian alone, for death knows no nationality
And we stand here waiting for our time to end, accepting the methods of brutality
They've killed our minds, the children of our thought
They've killed our conscious and with money they bought
All the days we fear the unknown, and the unknown is not death for death is safe and obviously common
For death is known and sacred yet the informal is rotten
We are lost inside fake walls
And long halls
Loathing ourselves within those fake walls and longs halls
And the unknown follows us, it's high time we realize that it is the thing we despise
With all the deception of outer images, and human disguise
At least we still have an ascribed right, at least at some days
Today through the desperate shouts of man our equality is defined as rain pours down on our self inveterate ways….
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 5:07 PM UTC
Didn't reap
Didn't ripen
fed it an elephant diet,
stayed guard all night,
pray-bribed the rain gods,
plotted insect genocides,
sold my wife’s bangles
Didn't reap
Didn't ripen
once where were lush fields,
now the coming of concrete
Didn't reap
Didn't ripen
the seasons are unfaithful,
there is no spring songbird
Didn't reap
Didn't ripen
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
genocides and near genocide
against indigenous First Nations
(the rest hard pressed to reservations)
centuries of race-based chattel slavery
against African populations
(then Jim Crow and segregation)
triumphalist imperialist expansion
justified as Manifest Destination
(the Empire of Liberty as obligation)
Unjust expansionist wars
against Mexico, Vietnam, Iraqification
(the injustice given theologization)
Some call this USA! USA! USA!
I call it abomination
(and now Trumpism is its culmination)
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
The yonder above is forever bruised and opaque
Reigning over glum faces
Complexions washed with a bloodless shade of dispassion
Robotic, disengaged.
Material desires are quenched with vast shopping centres
Credit Cards hold on for dear live
As every last drop of sweet money is rinsed from that plastic rectangle.
Living beyond our means
Whilst simultaneously refusing to give up on Sky TV box sets and liquid lunches.
Hooked to our phones, but not for telephone communication
Rather, for self validation
Defined by the click of a heart or pathetic thumb.
The once friendly communities
With blood coursing through their veins
Are husks of their previous life form, gentrified beyond recognition.
Filtered faces with protruding spines and modified features
Infiltrate mass media
Corrupting the definitions of success and beauty.
Plastic personalities reign supreme
Vacuous minded socialites profess women’s empowerment begins with the flaunting of skin
Rather than the possession of a strong mind.
Many bury their heads in the sand
Residing in ignorance
As mass genocides and civil wars manifest every second.
Or worse, they read the TORYgraph and THE ****
Believing immigrants spawn white genocide
And white conservatives suffer oppression.
Pffft!
I have deep contempt for those behind these ***** tabloids
Murdoch and his monsters
Orchestrating lies and bile
Destroying lives or scaremongering the impressionable
Committing the most savage, sycophantic crimes
In order to extract Monday’s headline.
I do not suffer fools
Especially those who make up the tapestry of dystopia
A failing age of doom.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Another ambulance siren sounds
Another death waits around
Everyday, increasing counts
But its nothing to worry about
We have it under control
Government says
It's fine it's alright
It's just a few people dying
Gruesome rapes the headlines say
But who believes them anyways
It's worse in the neighbouring state
It's their migrants doing it anyways
(We have no proof
But believe it, it's true)
There's nothing we can do except
Wait till the anger wanes
It's fine it's alright
You'll forget it in no time
Poor die of hunger,"why?,
Are you making this statue?.""To unify
For national pride, comes reply
Reason enough to justify"
Payments of millions less cash more kind
Its fine it's alright
Irreversible damage done
To nature and environment
"Well, it's irreversible, so nothing can be done
Just sign a meaningless treaty, a pact
Just for fun"
Climate change its all a hoax
All this science is satanic folks
Just believe us when we say you won't die
The living conditions will only drastically decline
It's fine it's alright
Turn off the TV station
They sell.fake news to this nation
Lapdogs of the opposition
Just believe what The Republic says
And other government outlets
It's truth, all ahem no lies
It's fine it's alright
Wars, genocides
Crisis of humanitarian right
It isn't our fault this time(it is)
Or anytime
There are things that can't be understood
Just agree, it's for your own good
Anyways, you'll.never know
It's fine it's alright
Nothing to eat
Nothing to wear
Nothing to do
But swear
"It's fine it's alright"
Don't get too fiesty child
(No revolution coming anytime soon)
Rebel all.you want
(We will crush you with our iron fists)
It's your freedom
It's your right
It's a democracy, your government
(Hahahahaha)
It's fine it's alright
Another ambulance siren sounds
Nothing to worry about
Oh it's for you, there's no bed
(As if we care)
Just die
Don't defy(us)
Deny(reality)
Don't cry
No whys
Goodbye
It's fine it's alright
(THERE'S NO POINT IN OPENING YOUR MOUTH
THERE IS NO POINT IN PROTESTING ALOUD
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN CHANGE
ITS ALL BEEN DECIDED
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO SAY
ITS ALREADY BEEN SAID
WE'LL STEAL IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES
DO NOTHING, EXCEPT CRIMES
WELL LEAVE YOU IN RUINS
BLAME SOMEONE ELSE
AND YOU'LL STILL ELECT US
CAUSE THERE'S NO ONE ELSE
AND YOU'RE JUST SO DIVIDED
WE ARE THE MASTERS, YOU ARE THE SLAVES
THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WORSHIP.US BLIND
SO BLIND WONT EVEN BELIEVE WHATS INFRONT OF THEIR EYES
THERE NOTHING YOU CAN DO
EXCEPT REPEAT THESE LINES)
Really, it's fine, it's alright
-Issued by the loving government of the world
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
My tired eyes,
my fatigued mind
falls slow and time becomes obscured by
the drowsy raven sailing sunset sky boulevard.
My phone is ringing orders and misdirection calls,
that funny little radiation box hollering voices
of somewhere, telemarketers in India, automated messages,
spurious connections anywhere but here.
The rain-shine of approaching April Wednesday
trails golden hues among the treeline being viciously
torn like a gradual atomic bomb flattening the hoary hills
and spectacular firs beryl in frequent times of showers.
Each day I hope for that fabled resurgence,
nearly a year my fingers have been crossed
while wars are still wars, politicians still politicians,
gods still gods. Everything is so still, silence among fury.
Carpet bombings, protests, genocides, reforms, riots, the drowsy
raven circles in view of the window and my thoughts cycle around
my washing machine consciousness wiping off the grit of untruths
of everywhere else but within myself. That seems to be the problem
with most people.
As the clouds roll in, as the sun subsides into darkness,
as my mind is clouded by that ever-expanding raven encompassing
night sky and nightmares, I realize I hadn't even gone out at any point
that day and probably wouldn't the next.
We've become so dull some of us.
Vacuums inside of vacuums.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
It is now the time,
to confess to our crimes,
that we have done.
No time to wait,
no time to debate,
that we, have committed none.
No more ******
no more killing,
no more unwanted genocide.
I just think that it is time,
that we all apologize.
It’s been going on across the earth,
preventing child birth.
Now let’s recognize,
this vicious crime.
Genocide, genocide,
it’s time to recognize,
this vicious crime.
We have waited far to long,
and watched to much go wrong.
Do not let it slide,
do not let them hide,
their cowardly genocides,
against their fellow mankind.
No man nor woman,
should have to live in fear.
So listen to my warning,
lend me your ear.
Begin to spread the word,
we will be heard.
It’s time to recognize,
more than one genocide.
Genocide, genocide,
it’s time to recognize,
this vicious crime.
We have waited far to long,
and watched far to much go wrong.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
alas, i've heard it asked: how can we
write poetry after Auschwitz?
i don't know. and prose? i don't know: gone mad
the whole world implodes and dips its dove's foot into my purple brow:
in a dream, ink erupts from under my dirt encrusted fingernails
and it is the transubstantiation of my rainbow stained blood,
and the void was flooded:
what's a word? more than i—more than i can show.
how did they write poetry after colonialism?
after other slaves and other genocides?
i don't know. Rimbaud traded in slaves, and, before his fury,
wrote masterpieces... perhaps its obvious; a bad pun, to help us cope,
—he even left the path to his divinity,
but all this has nothing to do with anything—.
perhaps every genocide needs its herald poets.
and the rest, how did they write? i don't know.
perhaps it was not their concern;
they desired to write, and there, they did not give way, and so
were right.
and is it the same with us, as we write
through the screams of the however many millions coming from Congo
and from however many other scenes similar? i—
perhaps i do not need to know,
perhaps, in fact, i cannot write poetry.
if i'm to try, it pertains to me to be of use in case this comes to a fight.
and life, if life is drama,
then there will always be roles:
there will always be the part of the villain that needs playing,
an immortal space to be filled by actor after actor,
we cannot stop them, we cannot stop them;
our enemy is a hydra's head!
the task, then, is to re-write the script!
ad lib won't cut it!
cast away your hope, boredom and wonder:
we'll need fire and a pen mightier than a golden sword,
and softly spoken words that can split history asunder.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
So much hate in this world
Has gone unaddressed.
We hear plenty
About slavery in the early American days
And how how a civil war abolished it.
But our children do not understand
That there is still slavery today
Humans are being sold
In a secret industry that's booming
Here in the US and abroad.
We talk about racism in the 60s
And the future generation does not know
That men and women worldwide
Are being persecuted
Based on the pigments in their skin.
The Jewish Holocaust in World War II
Is discussed in classrooms
All over the earth.
Yet, the students remain blind
To the genocides that are prevalent in countries
That are flying under the radar.
Millions of people, slaughtered
Because of their beliefs and ethnicity
And we just sit back and let it happen
With our heads in the sand.
Women and children, beaten and *****
Because of their husbands' and fathers' sins.
Children being drugged
And forced to fight
For an adult's war
By those who were supposed to protect them.
And all we can say is
"How sad."
Many of us throw money in an emotionless pail
To help the causes so foreign to us.
Why can't we wake up
And help the less fortunate?
Even the most destitute of the United States
Do not know the poverty and violence
That prevail in developing countries.
And this is not solely their problem
But one for the human race as a whole.
Teachers, are you listening?
Won't you speak up
And teach the future leaders
About things less commonly discussed
Because they aren't so happy?
Abandon your pride
Because those events that go unaddressed
Leave us unaware.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
The World's Times chronicled
Crusades and Fatawas,
Jihads and Inquisitions,
Coups and Genocides.
Such resourcefulness
The Construct.
Another Cathedral rises
In a destitute country.
Do-able
We're told
From the leader's lips
We'll always have the poor.
Uh huh! The poor!
That's what was said.
We can always put them to work,
And there won't always be work.
They'll need membership cards,
And birthings and burials,
Like always.
See the pyramids along the Nile
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Another temple
Will grow from
Rice paddies;
A synagogue,
A mosque will
Cinch tiles
On the backs of peasants.
I've had enough
Laundering by recluse
Single mothers,
By crooks posing as shepherds,
And Holy Wars
*so oxymoronic
cleanses too*
Any Divines
Benefitting from
Our labour and wages;
Our drachma, denarius and shegel,
Aren't worth the worship.
Yet the lenders are good
At getting their pound.
*Don't drop a coin
In a wishing well,
Pay cash for a mass
Where they'll ring your bell.
Choose a charity,
There's so many,
That need a
Pauper's Penny.*
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
In a little under a hundred years we've had so many wars.
Men, women and children sacrificed for someones cause.
And truly just what has been gained, versus what was lost?
Can we say that it was worth it, can we justify the cost?
In nineteen thirty nine we had the war to end all wars.
Since then there've been so many, like we've hardly even paused
And what is it we fight for? Do we fight for right or wrong?
Or do we fight to get resources that we feel to us belong?
Now sure there are some victims, of persecutions, genocides
but unless there's oil or riches there, the strongest close their eyes.
We forget that we're not perfect, but thanks to Gandhi and Dr King
We changed our stars from where you are, and now know everything.
I cannot help but wonder though, if they were alive today,
would they see us a failure, shake their heads and walk away?
In a little under a hundred years we've learned not much at all,
except in war lies profit, and to some it seems a ball.
Because if you have stuff we want, and wont do as we say,
then we just roll our armies in and blow you all away.
Or if you do things differently, even as we once did,
then we will "liberate" you, then sell you to the highest bid.
See we want you to be like us, cos were so freakin smart,
sure we got people starving but an unmade bed is art.
"My Bed" was bought by Charles Saatchi for £150,000 in 1999.
£150,000 would feed 3200 children in Ghana for a year.
£150,000 would provide over 6800 prosthetics for children who have lost limbs as a result of landmines or unexploded munitions.
In a little under a hundred years, it would seem we have learned nothing.
May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 1:00 PM UTC
*flow like a river, rumble like the sea
where there is freedom, we will try to be*
at the bottom of the Sea, they laid sands of promise and dignity
declaration of independence and the emancipation of slavery
we had high hopes of what we could be
and I believe we fulfilled it...partially
why partially you might say?
we've come from far but the Waters are musky and filled with decay
they tell you that you can have rights as long as you swim their way
the illusion they created is slowly fading away
but how dare you tell us where to swim when we live in a Sea
a Sea that's vast with sharks and oppurtunities
we are ubiquitous, we are Water, we are everywhere in this place
so why are we defined by status and race?
we are ubiquitous, we are Water, we have the ability to be
so why is the very air we breathe killing us slowly?
we are ubiquitous, we are Water, we hold dear life in our existence
but the sharks still come after us with absolute persistence
they make us look shallow but our Waters are deep
Genocides, discrimination and the slave trade, in our soil have seeped
Martin Luther King told us to use peace to heal our scars
so why are we always the driving force in wars?
I recall the Constituition having ideals based on equality
But life seems indefinitely harder for minorities
Oh sure we have a right to protest and assemble peacefully
But didn't I see blacks being tear-gassed while marching for Mike Brown in the streets?
Oh yes we are supposed to be a big, bad, free Sea
while our Waters are restricted, racist and murky
Maya Angelou told us she knows why the caged bird sings
through his efforts, he had hoped freedom will one day ring
they talk about us as pretty lakes and rivers that peacefully flow
but see there's an angry volcano erupting below
And our waters will never be clean until that volcano erupts
Ashes of repentance that will manifest into an island that's not corrupt
*flow like a river, rumble like the sea
one day freedom will reign and that's where we'll be.....
hopefully*
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
From the tip of my toes
To the top of my head,
This world
Is suffocating me.
I'm up to my ankles with Jackals;
I'm up to my tibia with Libya;
I'm up to my knees with Refugees;
I'm up to my thighs with Counterspies;
I'm up to my crotch with Iraq;
I'm up to my groin with Muslims;
I'm up to my waist with the Displaced;
I'm up to my belly button with Christians;
I'm up to my hands with Iran and all ...stans;
I'm up to my rib cage with Renegades;
I'm up to my sides with Genocides;
I'm up to my chest with the Oppressed;
I'm up to my neck with Egypt;
I'm up to my nose with Jews;
I'm up to my cheeks with Sheiks;
I'm up to my Irises with Isis;
I'm up to my eyeballs with Jihads;
I'm up to my ears with Syria;
I'm up to my forehead with Baghdad;
I'm up to my cranium with North Koreans.
My Christmas Wish:
Is for them to do
The anatomically impossible:
***** Themselves.***
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Our worlds is crying
Sons and daughters are dying
One by one
Sad thing is they're dying all so young
Mothers are wiping
Genocides are still happening
Want my world to just finally sing
Dark times are coming
People are running
Families leaving everything behind
Rights are taken away
People are getting shot everyday
Dying without doing any crime
Teenagers cut lines, committee suicide
Police take innocent lives
Cause no one has a heart
They take away their children
And leave their mothers scare
They just want to love them, but they keep them apart
So my whole world is letting out crys
It brings me to pain
Are we still going to lose our loved one again,
Or are we gonna fight
They say all men are created equal
It's not only one race
It's everyone lives
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
the thing is,
we've all waged war on ourselves.
we've all been warriors against our
own body,
our own mind,
thoughts.
we've all told ourselves
that the things we create are not good enough,
that our hearts are not strong enough,
that we are so small compared to this sinking earth,
and we could never do anything about it except
scream and scream
from someplace high
until someone hears us,
saves us.
we've all torn
our bodies apart
whether it be with our fingers,
guiding razors, scratches,
adorning our precious skin with
purple bruises,
red slashes.
whether it be with our state of
mind,
shrinking ourselves,
pitying ourselves.
whether it be the
acceptance of heartbreak,
and the un-willingness to let it go.
we try to find salvation
in tiny, bitter pills,
try to find love in our medication.
the thing is,
we've all held battlegrounds within ourselves
and we're still so unkind.
we've been a shelter for ****** genocides
of creativity, and
we've held car crashes
of broken trains of thought,
in our screaming and thrumming mind.
we've held bombs within us,
exploding, shattering inside,
lodging us with
painful reminders of what it is
to be human,
alive.
the thing is,
we're all war veterans,
with both hidden and violent scars
from fighting
the lethal battle that is
raging within.
and that's okay.
just know
that you will win someday.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
A beautiful girl walks out of a filthy room,
A butterfly emerges from a dusty cocoon,
Snowflakes fall from ominous clouds,
Flowers spring up from the dirt.
Clean clothes come out of an old, rusty dryer,
Delicious food is cooked in a squalid toaster,
Fresh fruit is chopped on a sticky counter,
Milk is kept cold in a sullied refrigerator.
Horrible people can create wonderful children,
From sins can come forgiveness;
But ****** wars only produce more conflict,
Genocides cannot be justified.
Not everything that is bad can transform into something better,
Some things can never be vindicated,
When the people of the world value peace maybe we’ll stop acting like children,
Like a toddler who throws tantrums,
Countries fight battles,
Someone has to tattle.
Anytime now,
War can be a thing of the past,
We all just have to come together,
And use our voices,
Instead of our fists.
Words alone can get us what we want.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
And now my words have died
Without smoke
Without a last sputtering of spit.
There are no ashes
No burnt pieces for me to keep.
And now my words have died
Without a last strong gasp
Without a mark of nails dragged.
There are no etchings
No last message for me to decode.
And now my love is gone
Without a residue of memories
Without any final words.
There are no photographs
No love letters for me to cherish.
And now my love is gone
Without a fight
Without suppressed emotions kept down.
There are no regrets
No second chances for me to go back.
And now the last drop of water has dried
Without a ring on the table
Without a crack in the ground.
There are no slippery edges
No soaked soil for me to collect.
And now all the water has dried
Without a river
Without a cloud of hope.
There are no oceans
No seas for me to reach.
I warn you my dear hearts
The end is nearer than you know.
The earth is dying
And so are our hearts,
Our insides ridden with cancer
Our blood drenching the hands of our friends.
The animals are up against us
Because we, we did them wrong
And mother nature furious,
Is breaking on us.
And I warn you my dear hearts,
Do not go, do not die
Without an apology.
All our lives
The lives we stole
From the genocides to wars
To the deaths we delayed,
I warn you my dear hearts,
The bodies we polluted
With our bare hands and thighs,
Do not, do not forget
To apologize
For all the blood we drank.
I tell you, I tell you
It is never the end of the love,
The disappearance of the words
That hurt me,
It is the fact that they went unannounced,
Silently, quietly
In my sleep
Everything around me died
And I couldn't even weep.
So cry out your apologies,
Your last words of thanks
The end is nearer than you think
So blow your horns out
As we leave.
We were a storm
A plague upon others
So go out with your hands folded
And pray all our sins
Are in due time forgiven.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
My heart is crying for the **** victims screaming falsetto notes in the dark praying someone will find them and lead them to light...and as much as their father would've loved to protect his baby from that, he simply doesn't have an "S" on his chest.
My heart breaks for the babies born into poverty with three strikes against them...because the government will make it their duty so that it is **** near impossible for those kids to succeed; but there will be some that rise above those stereotypes and those children will become the young women and young men who change the world.
A tear falls every time a woman wakes up, looks at herself in the mirror and has to put makeup on to hide the bruises that came from the man to whom she gave all of her love to. Equally, my heart breaks for the children that live their life walking eggshells because they don't know when their mommy or daddy will snap next.
I cannot rest until innocent children are no longer being kidnapped and sold as *** slaves, until genocides become a thing of the past, until America really becomes the "land of the free", or until so many of our generations teenagers and young adults stop using guns as fists.
I am praying that the people walking this earth who have every reason to give up on love somehow give it one more shot. I am also praying that the young women and men who have shot down dreams will fight harder than they have ever fought because the world needs more of you. Lord knows we need more of you.
I have a dream that more of us will love in permanent ink. I hope that more people will see that the only thing that can defeat hatred is love, and I pray that every person reading this will decide to join love's side and fight hate. I pray that anyone that feels completely alone realizes they have God.
There will come a day when I will be standing in front of a crowd filled with a rainbow of races, ages, ****** orientations, and I will give my testimony. I will tell those people how I almost gave up. I will tell those people I had family that loved me regardless. I will tell those people that even though they feel as though no one loves them, I love them; and more importantly, God loves them. I will tell them that one day I decided that the only person in control of my happiness was me, and that is when everything made sense. There will be people whose lives will change because of my story, and that is the day my dream will start to become true.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC