To Life
We've been drawing lines in the sand for so long
That its beginning to look like a blank page
I wish I could write the world a letter
And calm all the anger and fear and pain
But all I have to give are awkward gestures of affection
As I struggle to make sense of a life minus protection
There's a hole in this vast media
Where dark action fills the halls of fame
And as we wait for the next moment of slaughter
The air gets filled with nothing to proclaim
We can cry at the endless mounds of fresh soil
We can shout blindfolded with a mighty sword
We can place plated lead in heated cauldrons
We can march arm in arm down endless streets
But in the broken minds of nefarious dreams
Can we wake the living dead from their nightmares
Long enough to end their evil reign
Can we continue in this gladiatorial race
Where the venues of life are in Flavian rule
Each spectator is sport, each player a fool
The future appears to be written with spilt blood
As we wait in endless cycles of stories been told
But today I'll write a simple refrain in the sand
A declaration of hope from Lin-Manuel Miranda
And if the sea erases my gesture
I will write all the tomorrows with
"And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love;
Cannot be killed or swept aside,"
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2018
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