We were all suppose to be born into freedom
but centuries ago,
humans decided to change the rules
also decided who qualified
to be completely free or who did not;
even today,
with the brilliant minds roaming earth
people are still being held captive
by perceptions, by history
and by our own minds,
cheating ourselves into thinking
that being different
is not a measure for being free,
thinking that to follow the norm
will always make us acceptable,
low and behold
try to slant the scales
try to be different
and you are branded
as an outsider;
lots have been done
to eradicate the stigma
and the infringement on people’s rights
on freedom of choice, but in the end
we will never be free until,
we stop blaming our past
for the decisions we take presently
and for the direction our future is heading into,
we need to change our mind sets,
it has to start with us as individuals...
To my redneck father,
who art in Heaven.
I dedicate this day to you.
Growing up with your "Archie Bunker" ways,
you would never believe this day!
A black man, really is President.
I can see you rolling in your grave,
telling me, I best behave!
"A black President", no you can't!
I say, "Dear Dad, we have",
and on this day, he will be sworn in.
For us all to stand together, America again shall win.
Dad, I know you had your reasons,
but you brought me into a world that's changed.
Now we have united ways, and brand new seasons.
I will stand proud to share this day.
America can't win the other way.
Dad, you taught me" United we stand, divided we fall."
Well together, change has come down the Washington hall.
The "White House" has a black President.
Barrack H. Obama, with strong mind and good will was God sent.
Dear Dad, I love you so,
But the "old ways", have got to go!
United we stand, you said it right!
Daddy, you had to know,
as you fought for our Nation in war.
Good change would come to our shore.
Maybe now, we can let go of that ugly beast.
Daddy dear, may you rest in peace.
Maybe someday, hate and war, too will decease.
I've got something wrapped
around my finger
It's to remember my phones tapped
and to be wary of the stranger wanting only to linger
I've got a penny
for my thoughts
It's for the boatman
when they silence my opposing thoughts
I wish I could fly
off to Dublin
And free myself from the lie
That spells change P-A-L-I-N
Sly like a Fox
their culture of fear
prevents ones from thinking outside the box
instead we pick the candidate more likely to enjoy a beer
The public eye is blind
that misses the truths
and removes what is just from the mind
and kills common sense in voting booths
Did Germany ask
the Nazis to change post bellum country?
Did the colonials take the British to task
only to support their continuing policy?
The publics' third eye
is shrouded in the fickle
People would rather know which couple said good-bye
than know how to resolve this pickle
America's on life support
The truth is covered
justice is the only abort
legal in our culture of fear and different ideas undiscovered