The World Is Falling Apart.

 

So how do we start
to answer the questions we ask in the dark?

 

Who Matters?
What Matters?

 

Is the Matter of Matter from which we’re derived
something conceived
or
something contrived?
Supplied by the few who have us believe
we receive what we give
no matter how small,
but shattered withal
are the pieces we puzzle together.
Forever we wonder will this Madness recede
or
will it endeavor wherever it please?

 

The World Is Falling Apart.
If it were a part of a story
we’d file it under Fantasy--
A Fiction--
An Allegory--
A Category which Surely Cannot Happen.
Yet here we are
Standing in the wake of reaction.
We Act and Pretend
as though we’ve amended
the damages and ended
the plights of those we’ve offended.

 

But. We. Haven’t.
We’ve just let it slide.
Just let it hide
out of sight
outright
not right.

 

But here we are
In A World Is Falling Apart.
So where do we start
to correct what wrongs we wrought?
Just a thought:
Perhaps what is sought
is a simple request:
An apology.
A stand with me.
A please let’s be Friends.
Not Enemies.
None of these amenities--
Extremities--
Extra affinities towards a past that isn’t ours,
Only the present
which presents itself now.

 

The World Is Falling Apart.
And it would seem that those who would see it burn
yearn more for their success than we do ours--
concern is at the forefront.
Conform to that and their success is guaranteed.
There is no need
to feed
the negativity
which they promote.
Which way denotes
the path which leads,
not wrath, but sees
the outlasting deeds
to the seeds
that grow into love not weeds?

 

Please.

 

Think And Listen
to the silence that is denying a future of benevolence.
A few share that gene of violence.
There are those who smile at the chance
while trying to advance
their proclamations of hate,
whereas patiently We wait
swearing blatantly as of late
we will rise above this,
yet still we are unwise to what love is.

 

And The World Is Falling Apart.
Which side do you chose a part of?
Do you revel and band with tyranny
or
will you level and stand here with me,
hand in hand in harmony
disbanding all the harm and these
needlessly violent tendencies?
Tend to that and see
The Difference We Can Make.
Listen to what’s at stake--
To the music we can make--
Trust me when I say
it will take us to a place
far away from this space
which breeds these notions
of a devotion
to a motion that sees only hate.
The World Is Crying For A Savior
and this behavior is no longer something we can tolerate.
Do we pay the toll or wait
or
Do we speak up before it’s too late?

 

The World Is Falling Apart.
And the art of misdirection
leads the heart to its inflection
of a cracked voice--
a fractured choice--

 

Choose.

 

The World Is Falling Apart.