Thursday, September 22, 2016
When you purchase,
When you sell,
You narrate a story
Supply and demand,
Those bullshit oils and stones
Oh hippie boy this letters for you
Meant to dictate difficulties ahead of you
Bluntly, your free spirit will often betray you
Self-expression, sharing art and love
Will be the forbidden dove;
You planted peace, now, hold the empty glove
This life has balance
Corporate world has won
Free love has a price
The cost is a chunk of your life
Capitalism is the global norm
We measure worlds by monetary storms
You can sign the petition form
Yet, it will take forceful reform
Will you stand and fight?
Shine the disobedient light?
Or, lay down and watch the sights?
Practice our instinct of flight?
My hopes and prayers are for you
Adjusting to the world around you
Nothing will be given to you
Once I noticed it... I saw a reflection...
Hands half clutched, watching the free spirit girl attract to the weirdly dressed young man. I see it, he's a good color of white, blues eyes, good smile. Why not want him... His actions were no weirder than his outfit; nerdy glasses and a leather jacket in broken shoes; speaking to every individual that was in the park. Everyone except her; is he even straight?! Real? Conscious of her?! What I wouldn't do to be the one she is attracting to..
As the bee pollinates,
Showing whose dominate
The people populate,
Yet forget, delicate.
Both the bee and people bleed,
One ignores who creates feed.
What had once produced our mead,
Will soon be what's lost in dreams
Care for the weak and small
Who protects them stands tall
We may face rising falls
Unless we stop ignoring these little calls