Each page is a blade
Every verse a subtle curse
Even paper cuts flesh
Art itself is a weapon
Passion is my pain
Their weakness my gain
Poetry is mistaken
For softness
But its beauty
Awakens what the enemy
Seeks to keep asleep
Relentless is each verse
To cut is to sting
Clear sight does it bring
Let the enemy…
Cut their own throat
For evile men and times
Demand we not stand
Idly by
To comfortably enjoy
Art & Poetry
Empathy turns deadly
Compassion turns to action
Each page is a blade…
Every verse a subtle curse
Not part of the solution?
Then you stand amongst
And for the institution
Of genocide
Of tyranny
And greed
American Lack of Integrity
You breed.
Feel the sting
Perhaps clarity it will bring
And action you will take
A sick future can you break.
Let poetry and art
Be the place we start
Time will soon tell
If the story will sell
A happy ending…
