I'm only twenty-five years old,
I'm already one third of the way done with my time,
I've got some ideas I've tossed around.
From since the times I played in the play ground
And counted the indiscriminate stars that surround us year-round.
There's something not right with the world I was born in.
I was raised at the quake of division.
And my peers don't have any answers to what I've seen,
Neither do I, but we need to at least reason;
Why not help that person?
Why not give them something?
Whose shoes have holes where they reveal their toes,
You stand tall, knowing what you know,
How dare you claim to be a person God-bestowed,
While the poor die right outside your door in the freezing cold.
And the old and young get told,
They need to get in debt.
The rich and 1% who don't forget.
While they sit on their tower of ivory and velvet.
The young people, now indebted to a society who claim they have priority,
Are fed lies, knowing they'll only ever be considered a minority.
The heart beats of history
That's why the disenfranchised keep bleeding
From the cuts of the past and the countless beatings.
These hard truths have an answer,
Perhaps a little more love as a whole.
We need to come together,
And transform each other.
Be like sisters and brothers.
Like a peacock's feathers on it's wings,
Beauty surrounds all things,
We just need to show that love,
And see the effects empathy and compassion brings.
It's expensive to buy a big house in Brentwood,
It's pricey to be selfish and not care,
But it's cheap to hug a fellow person in need,
And free to love, give, listen and share.
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