I would like to address
A topic that is increasingly talked about less,
Kept out the press,
The poor are oppressed while the rich ones just flex.

The 'temperance-still'
become mentally ill,
Reminiscing of better days while snuffed butts line up on the window and still!...
People don't see that The plagues have begun
The many?
will soon be reduced down to one
No one
None
Some think it's all oh so fun
The Rest..
dance to the trance of their drums.
The planet is dieing,
Lovers are broke and many are crying,
Birds fall out the sky from where they were flying,
Man! The will of creation seems like it just gave up on trying.
Why is War the answer to peace?
My body is worn from the puzzles I piece,
Heart is torn from pleading while weak
Silly reasons I keep.
But still hangs,
threads of hope are in words that I preach.
whispers of doubt pester my ears
And all They tell me is "leap"

But I'm not one That's so weak
To sit on my buns while shit just continues to seep

If my words can change the wind as it wines,
Untie knots
of a bind,
Hustle the slow ones up from fallin behind
Muzzle the hate!
so hearts can be kind

Then this..
is my sign.
© Eg'or