Stumbling along the sidewalk

Meek and slow,

Such a rainbow.

Throw a stone down,

But won’t flow.

Maybe you

Can stop the might.

Maybe we won’t

Choose to fight.

Maybe we

Can call a truce

Between the sides

That both hail through.

Just a touch

Of patience can

Build a bridge

So we can plan

How to make

Things work for all.

Just don’t lie,

And don’t stall.

We must do away

With all the bombs,

All the weapons,

Big or small.

We can make

A better earth.

It will be

A second birth.

Drip, drip. I sit, a fit coming on.

I don’t seem to fit in this slot.

Circumstances seem to favor me,

Occasionally, and yet I don’t feel

Comfortable. Like a slow torture,

Like trying to sleep in a storm,

Without the rain, without anything,

But my confounded brain,

Sensing storms that don’t exist,

On land as peaceful as can be,

At least until I hear the news,

Of other places, from other people,

Of all hell breaking loose.

Why must we fume and fight?

Why must we kill each other?

Why can’t we feel safe in our homes?

Why can’t people walk or drive

Down the street, without being harassed,

Without being shot at?

It’s crazy! What is wrong with people?

I don’t get it. Our world is not well,

And it is not well with my soul.

Is there still freedom in this world?

Some of my friends would say,

You are free because you’re white.

That may be true, to a certain degree,

But I am a prisoner of my own mind,

My own creation, my own upbringing,

My family, my schooling, misinformation,

Prejudices, confusions, delusions.

In this world, there are many types of prisons,

And the greatest prison

Is in one’s own mind.

I am trapped in my own mindset.

Ha! You’ve got it easy, I hear you say.

Maybe I do, maybe I do.

But we all carry demons.

We all have shame.

We all feel guilt, for something.

I am embarrassed by things

I hear, people of my race,

Acting cruelly, violently, recklessly.

People have lost their minds, I swear.

Think as I type, I tap to a tune,

Wish I was immune to all the flack,

While you wack me for my snack

I just have a knack for eating,

You understand. So back on track,

To get a clue, I’m in the mood

To be quite rude, but hold my tongue,

Of course, cause I’m the type to spare

A life, not take one, especially for fun.

Are you numb? I wonder, sometimes.

Let’s get real. We can have a meal,

And talk it over, be like friends,

Even in cruel weather.

We can be as close as mates,

If we put away the fire and stakes.

Let’s be true to our best values,

Not the ones we get off issues.

Let’s topple all the hassles.

We can skip the loop and lassos.

Are you new to being hassled,

Or have you been there in the satchel?

Rough reviews will hurt one’s knuckles.

Winging it comes out all typos.

So, what’s the point in all this hot air?

We don’t need a rerun, not anywhere.

Give if you can, but not if you can’t.

Maybe a little, but not a rant.

Sink your battleships real quick.

Hope for just a bit of luck.

Lone birds are better than earlies,

But not if you are stuck with hurling,

Curling, stealing or kneeling.

Do the thing we all will do.

It comes natural, it’s real cool.

Be yourself until the end.

Keep your temper, then press send.

Strike a life down,

You will earn a frown

From every soul

That cares for his own.

Laugh off a bet

That you blew,

And it wrecked,

All the lives

Of those who confide

In you with their best.

Make a new start,

Give away to those

In need of a heart

To help them a bit.

It’s all worth it.

Follow the lead

Of those who will free

Prisoners and thieves,

Druggies and miscreants,

And you will see

Freedom in ecstasy.

We all belong

To be together,

Living as one,

Living in love,

Sharing all wealth

To those in need,

Not clawing and scratching

Their way to the top.

You must give of yourself,

Give to others

What has been given to you.

You are privileged

With what you have,

So share those things,

Which are only

Temporarily yours.

Things are not meant to just stop,

But they should constantly flow

From one to the other,

Back and forth,

Building a beautiful web

Of generosity.

Doesn’t that sound

Like heaven?

My country’s a wreck,

So what do I do?

They blame Obama,

But they have no clue!

Barack, I know

You’re giving your all

To heal this country

From its great fall.

So many years

Of war and strife,

Trillions of debt,

So you spend your life

Cleaning it up,

The mistakes made

By former leaders,

The war in Iraq,

The money bleeders.

The rich get richer,

So we pay more.

It’s got to stop,

And you couldn’t do more.

But, now, I see,

You have indeed,

Kicking Citizen’s United

To the curb, where it should be.

Let us all

Pull together.

Get the word out.

It’s now or never.

Stop injustice

In its tracks.

Make real the promises,

End the silence.

It can be done.

It can be done.

Fired up!

Ready to go!