Sometimes is just for the art of writing
The potential to impregnate an idea in the minds of the people
People are like the wind they move according to their circumstances
The corners of a cornea can become the walls of visual paintings
The corners of a room can become the only place I stare at night
Black guardian angels surround us protecting us from evil
A hanged man can save us from hell, a prayer can unify the people
Which one do you believe?
Upside down doors, rainbow floors, the four walls of heaven
Keep you safe, Stay out! Watch for the dog
We’re more afraid in the inside than confronting the dehabilitating sun
The maniacs are in the cells, the maniacs are free, roaming for its prey
Fallen angels, cocaine babies, gold ceilings surrounded by the poor
Bone and flesh walking legends committed to change the world and help the needy
There’s no hell after death, I can see it through the land, with its demons roaming free
They have the right to kill and steal without your consent
Power and control is the engine that drives this hell which we overlook
We are not perfect. But I bet my life we can be better
Down to earth, no ulterior motive, this is the better place
Legalized pill popping, mood changing chemicals, they are the mafia of drug dealing
Money and power has and will always be the moving force of humans
From the first settlers taking over the land to the great Alexander’s rampage of murders
We are now politically correct, have the right to do what they did
In a non-invasive way, we use the method of bombing their lands
We can’t see their eyes or faces, cowards for years since 1945
Sometimes crumbling on the floor hugging the reality of the world
Sometimes opening your arms in a cross, screaming until your lungs explode
Nothing is expected, nothing is predicted, there’s nothing that we know
The world keeps spinning and money is the only reason we love
Change starts at the cellular level expanding to the greatest universe
Where is Love? We don’t even give it a chance to grow
Preconceived notions, distorted reality, peep hole watching, get informed!
Linear thinking, religiously controlled, don’t judge!
She loves me, she loves me not, depending on the weather we love
Bending the law is what the judge does, the attorneys defend the murderer
Change and love starts with an action.
In Summary
The last line is a clincher of cliffhanger proportion...as are most of the lines...couldn't wait for the wisdom to unfold and yes it did indeed didactically...epitome of the prose poem, the topical write, the...well, you get the idea - A
Lol, indeed. Thank you for
Lol, indeed. Thank you for the great comment. Love your choice of words.
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