Who Calls the Tune?
Despite how brilliant, how noble I think my thoughts,
Guarding how gracious, grand, I envision my dreams.
Futility wraps them in a cerement, as small minds plot,
Hate, fear, want, murder shape all their selfish schemes.
I believe I can change the world, if just my little corner;
I strive to add beauty, truth, and to question and create.
Self-censored, the tragic terror of joyless news I garner.
I know my contribution offers too little, comes too late.
How then may I maintain my hope, not sink, succumb?
Sold as truth, twisted beauty buys mammon’s pleasure.
Can I dream when sunlight’s gone and night’s become
Where darkness weighs down with a shroud’s pressure?
When fear, bigotry, terror surround us, insanity is king.
While daily we destroy, slip deeper into our quagmire,
When deeds of greed and fear, kill the hopes we bring,
Those who call the tune say, it’s something they require.
I hunger for our tipping point, though I know I will fall.
While I create, for sanity’s sake; I cannot ignore the call.
Yet, think of me kindly, if a better future we should see;
I did my best with what I had, still, none heard my plea.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment