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"...AND THE WORLD MAKES NO SOUND.."
This pendulum shows….
The picture of life so clear…
I stretch my hands to the heavens…
Asking for some type of device to silence my ears…
An unfair playing ground where racism is alive and dwelling
Not judged by your accomplishments or intelligence…
Only by the uniform you were born in…
A merry-go-round of death, destruction, and unbelievable gore…
Is supposed to make us feel better…safer…
Someone gave them a nondescript title…we call them wars
We are a land that declares that we come in peace…
We have given up our power of democracy…
And have placed our trust in the hands of thieves…
Politicians that make promises of change and growth…
When elected those promises are reduced to who can lie and steal the most…
Large salary and small moral compass is the good ‘ole boy privilege
While across town a single parent works two jobs just to feed the kids
Dreaming of providing a better life…away from poverty, drugs, and strife
This should be a child’s natural birthright….
We teach them discipline, respect, and to follow the rules
And now we must tell them that fellow students may shoot up their school
This is a gun…and it sounds like a pop
If you see someone with that, find a barricade and drop
The lessons have changed…in a disgusting and troublesome way
And how, my child, can I describe that day?
A smoke filled sky…a plane through each
The sight that strangled the strongest mans speech
Man-made and majestic…they stood strong and tall
Enemies from beyond us…evil indeed, caused their fall
Prayers were called for because there was need
But the same prayers were stripped from schools, a vital place to plant a seed
It was not a conversion process or an order placed on a soul forever
Twas’ only a solemn time that we all spent together
A time where we shared the same time and thought
We were all one under the same sun…
Not a part of a clique that measures their worth on what things they’ve bought
This pendulum swings to and fro’
When a child screams from abuse…the picture does clearly show
A world that it lost and needs to be found
From the grave I awake
And the world makes no sound
The picture of life so clear…
I stretch my hands to the heavens…
Asking for some type of device to silence my ears…
An unfair playing ground where racism is alive and dwelling
Not judged by your accomplishments or intelligence…
Only by the uniform you were born in…
A merry-go-round of death, destruction, and unbelievable gore…
Is supposed to make us feel better…safer…
Someone gave them a nondescript title…we call them wars
We are a land that declares that we come in peace…
We have given up our power of democracy…
And have placed our trust in the hands of thieves…
Politicians that make promises of change and growth…
When elected those promises are reduced to who can lie and steal the most…
Large salary and small moral compass is the good ‘ole boy privilege
While across town a single parent works two jobs just to feed the kids
Dreaming of providing a better life…away from poverty, drugs, and strife
This should be a child’s natural birthright….
We teach them discipline, respect, and to follow the rules
And now we must tell them that fellow students may shoot up their school
This is a gun…and it sounds like a pop
If you see someone with that, find a barricade and drop
The lessons have changed…in a disgusting and troublesome way
And how, my child, can I describe that day?
A smoke filled sky…a plane through each
The sight that strangled the strongest mans speech
Man-made and majestic…they stood strong and tall
Enemies from beyond us…evil indeed, caused their fall
Prayers were called for because there was need
But the same prayers were stripped from schools, a vital place to plant a seed
It was not a conversion process or an order placed on a soul forever
Twas’ only a solemn time that we all spent together
A time where we shared the same time and thought
We were all one under the same sun…
Not a part of a clique that measures their worth on what things they’ve bought
This pendulum swings to and fro’
When a child screams from abuse…the picture does clearly show
A world that it lost and needs to be found
From the grave I awake
And the world makes no sound
Published 9th Aug 2011
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