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Purple Reign
If Heaven could only hear me
The world would be a better place to roam as we breathe
Can you hear me now
I heard the bullets flying in the inner cities, state to state, town to town
Do you not see the children wandering in the street
The men in blue with guns drawn as my soul they take turns to beat
A bird can fly, yet has no dreams
I walk in fear with love, compassion, to find peace in greener pastures of serene
One person I stand against the multitude
Yet, within the palm of my hands, capable of soulful uplifting, an advocate for any mental abuse
Tell me how, when, and where
Do not let me go through life hanging on by lost faith and hushed prayers
See that homeless man over there, yes him, sifting through yesterday’s trash
Denied employment by his skin tone, children taken from his home, how long do you think he can last
I have a huge home in the suburbs, drive a fast car, with plenty of money in my pocket
How, why… my only child committed suicide, I now carry her ashes around my necklace worn as my favorite locket
Nothing worth watching on the nightly news
As you sit in the front row to listen to death, destruction, and fallen tears of society blues
I do not care who is first or anyone’s political worth
Tell me where I can get purified water when the people of Flint Michigan, could not even get a squirt
Business suits, clamoring at the end of the day for the last invested dollar
The root of evil, upon the African shores, witnessed lashes to my back, closing my eyes, to the screams of my babies’ hollers
We worry about the erroneous things in this realm we call life
The Good Book says, a man shall leave his mother and cleave onto his wife
Wait, where is she from again
Fresh off the internet, in her bio, it says she is a virgin who has commented no sin
And clean up all that broken glass, the loiters left no stone unturned
Hey, it was not this group, or us, let’s blame it on BLM, Police hold your fire and just let their communities burn
You seen my child she was just here standing by me
A white van passing, makeshift operation in the back, hurrying to remove that fresh kidney
This world is a such a chaotic mess
No more time to invest in miracles, technology has dumbed us down, with enter, backspace with a finger press
One palm holds the bible, the other, the sequenced codes to worldly annihilate
So many religions yet we daily practice hate
I am past being tired, no will to inspire, hell knows we’re all heading for the lake of fire
Society overstressed from mood enhancers until the body feels wired
And not for echoing sounds
Most altered minds are so polluted, sleeping is the only enjoyment given once they lay down
Closed eyes, do get the required peace
Escaping to dreams as your soul astral plane, hopefully the Creator to keep
If you shall expire before you awaken
May the Angels guide your vessel for spiritual reincarnation to always be taken
If Heaven could only hear me
The world would be a better place
I revamped this musing after returning from my travels abroad, this world is vast in population, and there should be no hunger, and no one living in tent cities.
The world would be a better place to roam as we breathe
Can you hear me now
I heard the bullets flying in the inner cities, state to state, town to town
Do you not see the children wandering in the street
The men in blue with guns drawn as my soul they take turns to beat
A bird can fly, yet has no dreams
I walk in fear with love, compassion, to find peace in greener pastures of serene
One person I stand against the multitude
Yet, within the palm of my hands, capable of soulful uplifting, an advocate for any mental abuse
Tell me how, when, and where
Do not let me go through life hanging on by lost faith and hushed prayers
See that homeless man over there, yes him, sifting through yesterday’s trash
Denied employment by his skin tone, children taken from his home, how long do you think he can last
I have a huge home in the suburbs, drive a fast car, with plenty of money in my pocket
How, why… my only child committed suicide, I now carry her ashes around my necklace worn as my favorite locket
Nothing worth watching on the nightly news
As you sit in the front row to listen to death, destruction, and fallen tears of society blues
I do not care who is first or anyone’s political worth
Tell me where I can get purified water when the people of Flint Michigan, could not even get a squirt
Business suits, clamoring at the end of the day for the last invested dollar
The root of evil, upon the African shores, witnessed lashes to my back, closing my eyes, to the screams of my babies’ hollers
We worry about the erroneous things in this realm we call life
The Good Book says, a man shall leave his mother and cleave onto his wife
Wait, where is she from again
Fresh off the internet, in her bio, it says she is a virgin who has commented no sin
And clean up all that broken glass, the loiters left no stone unturned
Hey, it was not this group, or us, let’s blame it on BLM, Police hold your fire and just let their communities burn
You seen my child she was just here standing by me
A white van passing, makeshift operation in the back, hurrying to remove that fresh kidney
This world is a such a chaotic mess
No more time to invest in miracles, technology has dumbed us down, with enter, backspace with a finger press
One palm holds the bible, the other, the sequenced codes to worldly annihilate
So many religions yet we daily practice hate
I am past being tired, no will to inspire, hell knows we’re all heading for the lake of fire
Society overstressed from mood enhancers until the body feels wired
And not for echoing sounds
Most altered minds are so polluted, sleeping is the only enjoyment given once they lay down
Closed eyes, do get the required peace
Escaping to dreams as your soul astral plane, hopefully the Creator to keep
If you shall expire before you awaken
May the Angels guide your vessel for spiritual reincarnation to always be taken
If Heaven could only hear me
The world would be a better place
I revamped this musing after returning from my travels abroad, this world is vast in population, and there should be no hunger, and no one living in tent cities.
Published 25th Aug 2023
Author's Note
I richly dedicate this heartfelt musing to the homelessness, it saddens me to the softness of my inner being that this country can send billions of tax-free dollars to fund wars in other countries, but American citizens is still sleeping on streets, subways, and under bridges, it is not right, and it hurts, then you see it and have to accept that ideology, and always, no matter what you are going through, or may have been through, please, I beg of you, always believe in a better tomorrow, and if not, hang in there for better times ahead, just have faith, I know it is hard, but just believe.
SKC, Interim DON, APRN
SKC, Interim DON, APRN
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