All these people whisper,
about the hatred and the blame,
but staying hush ain’t gonna fix it,
and watching them just makes me question.
Do they understand what it means,
to justify parsimonious things,
no matter how big or small
the intention is to call.
Call out the selfish manipulations,
and the filthy dispositions,
Cause if you’re not going to speak,
who will for you when you’re in need.
People fear the voice they have,
as they are trained to in the past.
Shadows casted with wrong doing,
when all it is is passion cooing.
Cooing to sooth their soul,
and reflect what they already know,
deep down inside in hiding,
because the world has coincided,
splitting their heart with all the greed,
blurring the lines of what should be.
If we don’t try what is the point,
of being human if we don’t,
don’t fight for love and peace,
so set this world around us free,
for the future is in our hands,
and it is only sinking deeper in the sand,
while the weight of falling under,
numbs us from feeling anything other,
other than the burdens of survival,
in this heavy world of ours.
It’s not a race for ourselves,
but we are one race together,
If we can’t stop hurting with hatred,
We will all fall together.