see me next to you

We declare reform
but who wants to let go
the pain of the future
is to admit
who needs convenience
in isolated worlds
with insulated windows
where the life of grit and crime
is just the plight of the passerby
We scream revolution
as if status quo was a ghost
that haunts old corners
of founding fathers
fondling newborns
new rules to uphold
they whisper from cracks in foundations
we shiver how cold
is the genuine guidance
Is there a leader in the midst
or is it fickle as the mist
the pendulum swing
even for the lifted fist
Somewhere, somehow
can visions manifest
but who’s eye is right
when half looks to the left
some can’t connect
others think they’ve done it
still there are those who refuse to break a sweat
what is the hope
even for the white-eyed hopeful
is it okay if tears release fear
become shears
cutting years of overgrown
alien infestation
pervading landscapes
blocking sunlight
by making us believe
there is only one all seeing eye
Gave up insight
never knew our cries
purified
so we can see clean again
and glimmer to reflect
millions of angles
for 360 perspective
each vision a piece
of spherical creation
we are all needed
to believe in what we envision
each thought of inspiration
is a means to heal
pierce through black cloak of illumati
with thoughts
we won’t take anymore suffocation
when metals of death trudge and roll
over organic voices conspiring
we plant new seed just by seeing
injustice and rooting our feet
because the truth is clear as the sun
we stand under together
and we promise
that we shall never falter
because the histories
of black white red and yellow
have intertwined underneath the cement
too many times we’ve struggled
because we felt we’re too different
and yes brother, yes sister
we all do bleed red
but when the time comes
will you break a sweat?
when the time comes
will our hands be connected?