Upheaval

Sun, 04/30/2017 - 18:05 -- N0lan

A loose grip on a wheel
Used to guide a machine
A titan fist drives an upheaval
of frustration into a raveen
Cultural Pride is like picking sides
Its hard to get out of it
It will get around you
and surround you
Classifications projected by society
causing a divide in the community

A gentle turn to a wheel
Will direct towards nature
Press hard to get over the hill
Thats what we nurture
Take steps but endure until,
Ahead, we see the destination
Unsatisfied, we don't see
we have the wrong perception
Realize what we need
To cultivate clean Intention

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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