The world is in divide Across a black and white board Hypocrisy at an all time high (Including sometimes in me) A split between the things we believe, and stand for And the things we say, the way we lash out, in anger Anger is heat, The root of inflammation An illness An epidemic of emotion We are burning The Mind The Soul The Cells The Land Tossed by Mixed -and some useless- steps Campaigns To sway To scare To succumb As if there were only one right As if anyone really knows With all new everything At play And so everyone in some way is a jester or pawn But the hope is in remembering In the game There is still potential To soothe To strengthen To conquer- or become- The Queen or King And there are many strategies, Ways to win ~ -from a flow on 08.18.21 |