I was just beginning to relax,
hadn’t found a need to react
steered my way clear of facts
wanting less reason to act
Yet you keep hammering home
reality tv’s quest to comb
through society’s ugly injustice
to leave me in constant notice
of our garbage world of hate
and crime that rips to negate
any notion of humanity’s love.
In St. Louis searching above
all the hate and rationalization
allows the pendulum in motion
to continue to riddle our lives.
We keep stacking the archives
a blood-letting with a constant
no matter where in an instant.
I want to hide hurt and fear away
play myself a little Marvin Gaye.
‘What’s goin’ on’ that changes
how society rearranges
the same disdain, out loud message,
a ‘we don’t give a …’ visage.
I have lived a life of dreaming
we could somehow stop clinging
to the hate, the horrific release,
Man’s fearful idiom wracks our peace.
When are we just going to stop kiling
ourselves. I mean, give our lives meaning.