Poem: b r e a t h e

December 12, 2014

two words with two G’s
spread hate like a disease
the smoke is everywhere
and i
can’t
breathe.

it only took one arm to squeeze
the life out of an unarmed man
the only thing in his hands
were the lifelines
embedded on his palms,
now we stand on the front lines
singing songs
of injustice.

we are slaves to the melody
and hum the tune
while digging graves
for another life
that is gone too soon …
two words with two G’s
spread hate like a disease
the smoke is everywhere
and i
can’t
breathe.

what kind of world do we live in
where women and men have to fight for the right to love?
what kind of world do we live in
when a private union is a public sin?
it’s the same world where a killer
can easily get a marriage license from jail.

is love for sale?

or is it in the hands
of politicians whose lifelines have lost their way,
whose want for one is greater than the needs of all,
taking negative steps on a path to enlightenment,
the math doesn’t add up

two words with two G’s
spread hate like a disease
the smoke is everywhere
and i
can’t
breathe.

speaking of math,
television promotes division,
we are losers in a war for ratings.
it’s the great divide
and we can’t hide
from the deception.

Be mindful of the way
“truth” is portrayed,
or your mind will sway
toward a bad perception.

but if you open up your hands,
you will see that we
are united by the lifelines
given to us by the greater good,

don’t deny our connection.

two words with two G’s
spread hate like a disease
the smoke is everywhere
and i
can’t
breathe.

this is not a
black and white thing
this is a human rights
thing