“No matter who reigns it is the same disease just different symptoms” -BT
This is more of a personal write for a child who is going through an emotionally difficult place, for the lack of meals and clothing.
If I could keep you here for a moment longer,I would let you run free
from the poverty that chases you,
from a system that has cursed you.
If I could tell you,
“work hard enough and it will all be okay,”
but I can’t, all that has worked against you from birth is bigger than you.
If you could live here in this moment of constant sun
let you chase your own steps
let you see and not fear the waves
the impoverished bodies of
mind and soul surround you
they are in your home,
world of corporate do gooders.
This system won’t lift your poverty
only tell you to fight harder and pull yourself up, if you don’t you will be labeled and put into an artificial box of “if you weren’t so lazy you’d be a head. You deserve this life. You didn’t make the right choices.”
They don’t know where you come from, or the demons you battle at such a young age,
the therapists will offer a pill for your sorrows and failures but your life will still be your own and none will care.
I wish I could let you run here, chase the birds
and not a dream kids like you will never obtain.
I wish I could tell you that we,
no matter our color will fight for you,
stand against this poverty you were born into,
fight to settle the hunger in your stomach
but I can’t just yet
we are to busy fighting each other
to busy desiring power
to busy wanting to be kings and queens that rule over one another,
i wish we could see you and all that we have taken,
all that we will build off of your back
all the profit we will make from your sufferings.
I wish we could see but we are to blinded by our own diseases and desires
we are to blind to see
for this disease
has consumed the
of this so called humanity…