Isms

ISMS Fear uncertainty and doubt always Feign the greatest of clout At times overwhelming and gregarious in stride Seemingly vanquishes any semblance of pride But from the ashes like a Phoenix we rise Owning our faults so we can let them die Standing tall looking at each other Yea you are my sister and my brother The dark force will always genuflect At the alter of true sincere respect Cast off the isms that strike a long shadow Orient your sun so darkness is rendered fallow And from the ashes like a Phoenix we fly To the weaker souls not turning a blind eye The kings ransom, the treasure trove All to be had when hate is outgrown You’re isms do nothing to others but fractionate When the moral approach is to homogenate To languish in denial and choose to forestall Is to precipitate Americas last curtain call And from the ashes like a Phoenix we rise Righteously bent, all-embracing the sunrise Deliverance is there for all to see Embracing the truth is the way to be free