America has lost herself and her children.
When motherhood is all you have left and you stand,
on the edge of a parents insanity
surrounding by anorexic structures of stone
lost in the buisness of poverty
popular hashtags label society
unable to find the churches sanctuary,
she can do nothing more
then bathe herself in sleepless nights
drowning in the vast emptiness of her childs tomorrow’s.
It is not the way you tell the story
how the story tells you
From here I could see the clouds embrace the mountains, colors drip
melt into the vast
world blending themselves perfectly
It takes greater compassion to show none. That the soul of the lost be found and corrected.
Compassion is not a mere word,
compassion poured forth rightly
a virtuous strength to save the oppressed of rulers.
Not all good deeds serve mankind, some severe.
Compassions best given to those of innocence and incapability.
If a man/woman is to hunger let be of his/her own choice and consequences be just without great compassion,
if a man/woman is brought to hunger although he/she works by the hands of his/her government and steal for food to continue to serve the corruption of leaders, let him/her be shown the greater compassion.
the American dream shelved at Walmart,on sale
and made in China.
I will try not to feel this moment
your words were left on my skin
I have seen the addict reject and the sober crave.
For those that haven’t read this yet. Published this morning at spillwords.
Close the eyes to realitythe ground births falsity
chaos embraces carnality
of human natures duality
pills to numb souls wandering anxiously through
genders reduced to pluralizations
demands of conforming
or face dehumanization
societies moral bankruptcies
through streets of polarized totality
minds in constant agony
consciousnesses has fallen into apathy
drowning in streets fantasy
roads of deepening depravity
governments as gods
beating drums of war
trumpets call for group mentality
on soils of insanity.
I sat on the edge of a crumbling ground
and watched the earth melt into the sky.
The moon clothed in humanities stains,
the winds carried the voices to the heavens above.
whether rich or poor
shall hear the trumpets of angels
and tremble before the splitting of the sky.
“We are allowing history to modernize itself. We are all the thief and the seller.”
We fight over histories oppressions failing to see the modernization of it.
W fight over the selling of slaves and yet fail to see our children being sold, and harvested for profit. Even as I type this a child has been bought, sold and will spend this night as a slave to sex for profit.
We have stolen the future of our children and have allowed them to be silently and unawarely bought while argue.
We fight over fair wages and which group deserves more and fail to see the rise in gig jobs of which many jobless are desperately working for $10 a day.
We fight over wealth and fail to see the poor being sold to pay day loans, and rent a centers for profit.
We are fighting over a past we had no say in, voiceless and yet all of what has happened decades ago has done nothing more then evolve, modernized and history has redistributed itself into present day.
We will fail again because as they were perfectly divided so are we in present day and in the meantime someone has been sold, gone missing, starving and has sold themselves for $10 a day.
We are all just as guilty as innocent.
We have all allowed the system to steal and sell.
We have all allowed modern day chains to be placed on someone.
In some ways we are more defenders of histories atrocities than we are opposed, we are allowing them to repeat.