It's Just Too Late
Everyday, the thought of death is stuck in my mind,
Through the violence, The poverty,
The racism, the hatred, the war,
The unhappiness, the instability,
The crimes, and the sadness in this world.
Lives torn on the daily,
As I sit, comforted on my chair,
“It’ll resolve itself.
I haven’t even helped… barely”
As I lay asleep, a nightmare with news voices of the situation,
Circled my head like that of a tornado’s rotation,
All talking at the same time,
Of a recent story about an unfortunate death.
“News of the death of Eric Garner, a black man who...”
“The chilling details to the story…”
“Recently, Michael Brown was a victim of a police-related death,
News of Eric Garner, a man fathering 6 children…”
“America, listen up, the white cops have a plan,
To lie, and keep their reputation in dignity.”
Then, I woke up.
Found myself screaming in the hotel room,
Awoken from my sleep, by a vivid nightmare,
“I’ve had enough with this nonsense!
I’m tired of hearing of people suffering,
Of people dying, of death tolls rising,
Of young kids war-fighting,
Of the government lying,
Of the justified conspiracy theories being shut down,
Of.. Not helping... the suffering!”
So I went running... for answers.
Tell the whole world I know it’s too late,
Boys and girls, I’m feeling brain-sick,
Why, oh why, did I have to wait,
Oh well, oh well, It’s all just a gimmick.
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