The way we define our reality with our words

the way we craft the existence we live in,

but when we hide behind a well of denial
brimming over with hubris and regret when
we forget that we were the ones who said
it was never enough and the sticks and stones
that beat our bodies were not words but emotions
something we could not put words to
we fell fiery from that sky and we waited on no one
to save us
so this is my epitaph to you, neo liberals cons independents
we cannot afford the labels anymore we cannot afford not
to look
past the white hoods and the needles , the mandalas of superiourity
to the real drugs
they are feeding us, all that hate and disconnected self
righteousness and we shoot each other in the heart
while they feast on us. those carrions of prey we hand fed as babies
thinking they were eagles.
I want to love my sister even when i hate her politics
i want to be Gandhiji or Martin or some kind of other hero
that will look their enemy in the eye and die for them just
like Jesus.
Greater love has no one than this, he said
to lay down your life for your friend.
and who is my brother, they asked looking for escape hatches
He threw a muslim terrorist in their face as the example of brotherhood
and said love this one and you love me as well.
How hard the words from his mouth when he asks us to walk that extra
mile with the oppressor and yet not forget to save the wounded on the street.
i dont know what that means righ tnow
but i do know this
I will never be free as long as I think I am any different from you.