my escape is a prism
a redemption of light that envelopes a schism
following passages of chapters and verse
bleeding into a sacrifice to expunge the curse
light is a manifestation of visible sight
spoken true, as a wander in the night
because the pyramid is trapped
with neon brights packaged and wrapped
the gift of cellophane is adorned with prized certificates
a championship made willing to go & to never call it quits!
the energy needed to sustain and survive
is made a circus act, framed as a campaigned test drive
the question then rises : who is willing to put on the cake & make up?
a declaration of the pen sizes: those fit to take and shake the cup!
figuring out where’s the destination
assumed is the match made contemplation
wisdom affords; a problem ridden lexicon
split a part & divided confused, as the tower of Babylon
FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE is the way paved for true artists and poets
how can one continue silent with no expression and claim to not know it?
this is the responsibility of all who have a voice
especially those with access to a larger audience – this should be a unambiguous choice
speaking on the calamities faced toward, the oppressed is necessary
a love for the masses of the people is what’s truly revolutionary
we can’t experience change from the root with zipped up lips
or by a sea of platitudes : locked in, from viral peer pressured hips
to demand is to stand on principle and with an idealogical clarity bent on socialist ambitions
All of imperialist, capitalist, and colonialist physicians, will never meet the needs of the masses conditions :
we the people are at WAR! it is this recognition paired with political educational transmission , that will prepare us to swim to a peaceful SHORE!