Take My Message Away
Wake my news, take my message away
Communication became a red flag
Bulletins became a blind eye
Abduction, tourism, grief, and murder became my footsteps
Each time I had to open my eyes
Ignorance and intelligence became enemies
The report, reporting, and reporters became advertisements
I try to scratch the surface looking for peace and harmony
Looking for followers of value
Preaching words of wisdom
Sending words to the wise
Letting us become one
Ceasefire to the bloodshed
Demolish torture, discomfort, and misery
Let’s, shake hands with the trigger person, prosecutor, and competitor
For assassination controls the pain we struggle to crucify
The message I try to speak only becomes a silence notification
Expression lost in fake news
For, when we become all for one, and one for all
Is when my message, becomes our message
to new footsteps
Footsteps bringing communication off the red flag
Bulletins start becoming a shine to our eyes
Abduction, terrorism, grief, and murder take a leave
Each time we open our eyes
Making it our message
Not just mine
Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2019
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