Saturday, July 05, 2014

ready

Patriotism and unity are the bonds that will hold us on from tipping off this death pit firefall trail that the vultures are setting. we're the candid youth with a voice thick with vision and optimistic intent who are not ready to avail our whole generation to the failure carved from shared greed. we motion on not in violence but more importantly not in silence, we write our fight and recite our re(love)utionary sense into public spaces finding the traces where our umbilicals connect to mics, we're concerned about our rights. With passion and will-power to make the proper statement to propel the rage, our art and heart displayed in public spaces, sharing concern and wiping tears of the affected with our seasoned scripts, we're tools for our own good, voices of guns, choices are coined in our puns, they brought in the storms to our surfing tongues, they caused the hurricanes that stir our purposed strut. How long will the African remain a beggar while they dictate what quantity of treasure each scoop their wallet girth can measure, we are still in the batter for mirrors, our reflections depict the symmetry of inner terror, belief is lost in every crevice of the blackboards they scribble on with white chalks, at night spots, candle lights find the 'dumsor' discontent, we lost power! we lost power! inequality is what keeps the world motioning on, they'll tell you, so currencies are chocked on pendulums seeking a balance with bodies numb, as most of the lost slumped follow to find their faiths tucked under the pulpits each Sunday without results lonely like sensitive slums, the creative energy and the void filled with fear lacks the appropriate kinetic synergy but our youthful walls are ready to stand now. Patriotism and unity are the bonds that will hold us on from tipping off, this death pit firefall trail that the vultures are setting. we're the candid youth with a voice thick with vision and optimistic intent who are not ready to avail our whole generation to the failure carved from shared greed. with measure in deed not speed, we'll soar not ignore the lazy doleful disgrace they're painting, we stand instead of find grace in fainting.....so tell me what our means can't reach and I'll lecture you on what our collective poetry can preach!

1 comment:

  1. Bravo! Freedom cannot be achieved by minds under the control of magicians. Fake joy is entrenched in the empty heads of the brainwashed.

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