As nomads do, I travel far and rise
In realms where diversity intertwines.
To seekers in hostels, I do confide
That the pursuit of peace must live worldwide.
It's good to know that outcry still brings peace
When we respect each other's human rights.
At times, our conflicts advance without cease,
And the poor end up living in campsites.
In every heart, let human rights arise.
Lasting love grows as good acts never end.
Let's walk with care and keep all hope alive
Since warmth ends war when helping hands extend.
No matter race, creed, religion or need,
We aid human rights by doing good deeds.
In the twelth hour
We're pursuing generational wealth
From a generation who stole
Everything from us
The clock ticks closer to doom
But we're no closer to finding our own reality
When dreams are nightmares
Fueled by foreign wars
I thought it was all wack
But I held everything back
Taking the back seat
To let others drive the car
And as we fly off the bridge
I have to ask myself how I even got here
Because my hope is drowning
In a dead sea of blood and oil
I'm tired of sitting and crying
Listening to cowards who aren't fighting
But put our soldiers on the streets
As they parade their new yachts
You sold your children's future
For foreign investment that didn't manifest
And as infrastructure begins to break down
See the reality of a dying empire
This land was not made for you and me
And the melting pot is beginning to boil over
But sadly we're caught in the crossfire
Of a media fueled race war
Because to divide is to conquer
And maybe I'm a victim of the game
When I point fingers and attribute blame
Because I'm clearly guilty too
I wish I could put pen to paper and stop the fight,
put mankind on a different plight.
To make people understand,
that we as humans must demand;
race, religion, gender, sexual tolerance all,
stop listening to hate causing the squall.
It makes no difference who you are,
the clan or a country from afar,
whatever the color of your skin,
or what religion you are in.
It’s time for the world to take a break,
words and action cause heartache.
You have one mouth but a set of two ears,
controlling the one will prevent tears.
Whatever philosophy you believe,
to merely listen to others and you’ll perceive,
that nothing of others is all untrue,
and understanding perspective we can undue,
the sanctimonious history of religious wars,
the endless fight of political soars.
If we could all just pause and think,
we need mankind back from the brink.
So no matter the battle or side you’re on,
there is no line that can be drawn,
where your opinion or belief,
is paramount to others.
You are simply not commander and chief.
Violence is wrong, but I do understand.
We all need a line that’s been drawn in the sand.
Frustration and fear with a boiling point.
We need to make change and this needs to be joint.
Not one side can fix what’s wrong with the other.
We need a joint effort with each one another.
Look deep inside and come up with a plan.
Black and White need to join and share rights in this land.
I hope this can happen, before I do die.
Our children deserve more than a black or white eye.
Swallow your pride and take in what you see.
This is about those oppressed and not the white you and me.
Nobody can go back and change our history and past.
But each one of us can learn and make changes that last.
This race war is too much, I’m exhausted and tired.
We need to wake up and change how we’re wired.
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Tonight finds me moved to give cause your bottomless emnity
If I am unclean, why do you then tarnish these hills with my blood?
Look well upon this dark face, for it's not the last you will see...
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Rome was burning; the smell of invasion
deep in smoke, spread all over the Aegean Sea;
swords and shields were flooded in blood;
blood that belonged to Roman and Celtic race.
"It appears that we Romans have the same blood
as the Celts!" a philosopher exclaimed.
The Celts blood was believed to be darker than Romans',
for they were primitive savages, unlike the Romans;
the Romans tainted the etiquette of virtue by invading
the Celts' home of their ancestors.
It was now hard to know which blood was darker.......
I'm mad.
I'm sad.
And, I'm scared!
Because I have children.
And yes, I have sons.
Because, the wrong person,
the self important enemy,
could possibly have guns!
Because the wrong person,
won't see the innocence,
in either of my son's eyes.
They'll ignore that,
and see color, and size.
They'll look at him
but remember,
what last night's newscast said.
And, they could decide
that my baby was created,
when anger and evil,
were crossbred.
Thats reason enough!
Reason enough,
for blood, to be shed.
Reason enough!
Reason enough,
to decide that his life
aint worth living!
Reason enough!
Reason enough,
to decide,
that how he looks,
how he talks,
how he's dressed.....
Aint worth forgiving.
Now, my thoughts have been aired,
and my feelings bared.
And I know,
that there is really NO way,
for my sons to be prepared,
should a race war be declared.
And, I'm mad, sad, and dammit, I'm scared!
Gang war...race war...drug war...a religious war...our own war that is the war within...when does the fighting stop or will it not?...please deliver ourselves from ourselves...why can't we just achieve PEACE...peace of the heart...a piece of my mind...assumes the form of ink that is written ...on a piece of paper...and peace was us in our primitive nature...but then we developed the idea of war...such a mindless behavior ...its like a war between with what's really real and what's portrayed in the media...DEATH TO THE MAINSTREAM...my words are weapons thats why my paper cuts like a sword ...alas nothing to SHIELD me from the pain...I wonder myself if that pain will ever come to an end ...and in the end who really ever "wins"...whenever there is a WAR...
POW (Prisoner Of War )
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