We stand divided,
and that's what they want.
Lines drawn in sand,
infighting on all fronts.
It's so much easier to control
those who dig their own graves,
their own six-foot holes.
It's so much easier to enslave,
when the fight is amongst ourselves.
We stand divided, no unity
just our own forms of brutality,
be it mentally or physically.
We don't see that
the true enemy
is the one pulling the strings.
We don't see that those who tell us
that we should fear difference,
that we should live in ignorance,
are the ones leading us
into a world of obscurity,
or worse,
a world of devastation
with no saviours,
as we are too busy
maintaining the aggravation
and segregating those
we deem as different
We need to see
the paper in the leaves,
the books in the trees,
the stories of history,
the monuments
that talk of our human disease.
We need to accept the wrongs
done in our names, accept blame
for crimes we allowed
to go unpunished,
because we didn't want
to set our own lives aflame.
The wicked games played
by crooks and thieves,
the leaders that have us begging,
"Please, keep things as we need,
don't listen to those that want peace."
But don't you all see?
This is the game
they have always played,
keep us down and out,
then we won't scream and shout
when we see the atrocities
they commit in broad daylight.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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