Rhythmic beating on a melancholy-moon-night

He sheds...the aftermath of guilt as he faces a new day of repetition; turmoil

Waiting to be saved by a savior saving those who save themselves

Abandoned child wondering ‘bout coordinates tracing fathers wandering

Luxury offering temporary asylum to the ordinary human

Until greater treasure of enlightened mind is discovered

Traveling to a country of foreign name where men and women block the roadways

Blind man cloaked in white with purity on his side he hears the sound of suffering but sees those who are good

He sees this with the vibration and donation of heavy coins and light bills

He builds his sight of hope with these offerings

Wars in spaces where families homes become places of target

Palestine/child/five-years-old/shot/father/wailing/why...

Inflict misery on the people who are you in another form?

Crimes of suffering, you will be imprisoned

By the guards of your conscience

Acts of nonsense

That brings an onset of unnecessary pain

African mother in the USA with a soul buried deep in the highlands of Ethiopia

While her feet are scraping by on the American cement of lies and oppression

She goes on to mention the necessity of education

If you want to beat the system

Then to use your skills to listen

To the voices of the suffering