A New World Pictionary
A heart beats no more
Feeling left
Love no longer Flies
The eyes no longer see
Feet have failed to lead
Hands can’t touch importance
The air breathed is filled with Animosity
No longer can the taste of suffering be eaten and swallowed
We say, but it is
The warmth of the sun has turned to ice on the lips
The legs and arms have become sticks
Whose only use is to beat change back to its rightful place
One day turns into a thousand lifetimes
The world spins on the blood of its people
A man stands on the corner with no words to express his needs
Light shows through the window
But still hides from darkness
The law tells its people “Three strikes and your out!”
While baby’s tears fall
Can the hands touch importance?
Can love be let free?
Ignorance blankets our society
The sent of brutality hangs in the air
The volume of pain is let on parole
To be pardoned of its destruction
Reality penetrates every thought
Unity has become rancid
Separating good from bad
Relinquishing to repetition
Fertilizing this earth with the sweat from our brows
Never ceasing to a time well spent
Harmony was once heard from the mountaintops
But contradiction seems to be the only one singing now
Circumstance leads our life
A blend of bliss and blessed fall off our tongues
An asocial society has been born
The gardens have been ripped out
Because money lies within
Can the hands touch importance now?
Can love be let free?
Generosity was once our mascot
But no longer fed to the hungry children
Learning about others use to be our path
But leprosy has eaten away our love
The sun has fallen on the dawn of day
The body is nourished with greed
The riddle of life is a dance
A dance of scrutiny
Hate is the trigger of violence
A humans worth is cast to the side with a one-night stand
Hope is contaminated
My questions still remain
Can the hands touch importance ever?
Can love be let free?
What will come from this consumption?
Torn from touch
This composition of music we call life
The potion we drink is poison
When will we look in the mirror and see exactly who we are?
Our reflection is distorted
The figure looking back is hazy
We are lazy
Heated with fury
Our jails are like new growth in a forest
A forest filled with executions
A forest filled with elusions
Life, Liberty, and Freedom
That’s what we scream
But life is death
Liberty is confined
And freedom is another word for slavery
Emerging from the mist of confusion
Blood falls down each other’s faces
A deep crimson flowing against the white washed walls of our society
We want to live long
But our streets are littered with bullets
Aimed not at our hearts
But at our intelligence
Schools are failing
Instead of a place of learning
It is a mirage
Thinking you see a pool of knowledge
When it is a dead sea filled with simplified answers
A tangled web of mass destruction we weave
When will the hands touch importance?
When will love be let free?
The future is not yet written
Yet it is up to the people in the past to write it
The past can change the future
If we dress in clothes styled in love
The society we have built can be destroyed
Take the soul out of our shoes
And let love lead
This is my plea
For love to lead!
The hands will touch importance
Love will be let free
If you just let love lead!