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
Copyright © Joe Jacobi | Year Posted 2014
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