Arise from your slumber,
lying like a pile of lumber,
and feed the hunger,
which plagues the younger.
why sit by and witness,
such a ongoing sickness,
and care not to change,
or even attempt to re-arrange.
right in front of you,
is a being in need,
in the mirror even,
in the mirror indeed.
If we are truly one,
underneath the sun,
then how could you point a gun,
at anothers son?
The hectic truth is too much to bare,
so I often sit and stare,
and question the possibility,
of the humans ability to care.
care for one another,
and go the extra mile,
instead of looking for the treasure,
behind a crooked smile.
Give me liberty,
or give me slavery,
either way you see,
We remain the victim.
the act of temporarily not existing,
in a brief moment of faintness,
the world seems to cease.
Wake up from this and view the light,
before the sun can retreat and bring the night,
show some strength and put up a fight,
for if you dont, forfeit the right.
The right to live free,
the right to be me,
the right to give back,
the right to be black,
the right to sing songs,
the right to live long,
the right to show love,
the rights just wont budge,
for the rights have gone wrong,
into the hands of the long gone,
and we are left with the has been,
assuming any of us even remeber that we have kin.
Wake up and sniff the coffe,
whether it be decaff or full blast,
open your vision and enhance your mind,
begin to pay attention to the evolution of mankind...
SoulPassion wrote 383 days ago (neutral)0I vow my head in respect for this piece!!
So powerful, love the rhyme, love the message, love the tone, absolutely loved it all. Great job!0 points
OpenMicVoices wrote 396 days ago (neutral)0Very passionate and deep.0 points marcelareribeiro wrote 403 days ago (neutral)0WOW! deeply ! I loved it! Brazilian Kisses :)1 point