we are a million lost & confused souls
trapped like meat within a can;
blindly misled & falsely fed
a hypocrisy of lies soiled deeply
throughout the many texts of history.
we exist candles left to fend
dancing within the storm & winds;
the images we’re programmed to be
somewhere on someone else’s tv.
we act & react
without ever stopping to realize
a hand covers our eyes;
we repress progress with one swipe
of our right-hand thumb.
we point our fingers blindly
unable to see
the only impurities here
visible are you & me.
we dance in the back of our minds
while our souls yearn to be free.
we dream hope, material prosperity & all
those mind-washed beliefs bestowed &
so constantly deeply-etched into our minds
to be an attainable reality.
we desire to become part of the sacred tree
instead of the severed fruit, we have become to be.
we reach through mirrored reflections
retracing the footsteps that we have already walked within,
we stumble over the present staring down the struggle
for control of a reality unwritten,
like fools we follow the pauper, the precedence set
when technicalities were irrelevant
and choke upon the cocks of dictators dressed up
like diplomats.
an excerpt from the poem “reality”. From the book “a footnote for tomorrow” due out April 20, 2019
