What becomes of children
Who grow up just to find
A world where all
Their heroes let them down?
Will they go blind just trying to see
Through all the smoke and mirrors
Rising from the ashes
Of another burning town?
How do you know what’s real
When hollow words mean nothing
And their meanings always change
As the loud choke on their pride?
And the leaders proudly scream
The lie is always true
But only if you tell it
On our side
If every voice we hear
Was truly equal as they say
How many would fight
To hear their dying breath?
If you could not see in colors
Would you rush with all your might
To the judgement hour
Seeking certain death?
How can anything be pure
When the streets all flow
With blood that injustice
No longer cares to hide?
And the leaders they proclaim
Just pretend it isn’t hate
But only if you do it
On our side
When the sun comes up again
Who will rise and stand
Just to find it’s the day
They have to fall in sorrow?
Will they ever really know
The ones who say they mourn
Just lost in time to fading minds
Who always fear tomorrow?
How can we be so blind
When there is just too much to see
And privilege can’t excuse you
From the ride?
And the leaders softly say
You can always turn your back
But only if you turn it
On our side
Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write that really packs a hell of a punch my friend. This world is frustrating indeed. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Well, they will see only what they want. If you are not part of the equation, then you must be removed. this is something that is insightful and I appreciate that you did not lead the writer on what you meant it to be.
Brandon, this one hit’s hard in all the right ways. The questions linger, and the honesty carries. Worth a second read, as always with your work.