The elite don’t give
Two thoughts about you
They spread their wings
And fly like overlords
Controlling your basic
Thoughts
And feelings
Just to crush you
To create you
A new you
Simple you
Full of nothing but
Barbies movie nonsense
Fluff and syrup
Running through our veins
Hold me up
With the sharpest of knives
So that success is not
A working right
But rather a gift
Given by those in charge
Who control who makes it
And who is broken and
Destroyed
With these knives they
Pay each other 10 million dollars
An appearance
While most can not pay the rent
And yet we worship these fools
Complete and utter fools
Running away with the keys
To our lives
Who’s life is this
The working man
Working for his family
To make a life real and true
To feel the need to push
Against each other
To create what we believe
To be fair and equal
But rather inequality
Is the goal
On full display
With no where to go
So why is that we have
Changed our values
In such a short time
No way up
Is the call of the cheap kind
Taking their time
To stab each working man
In the back
A blistered approach
To an old problem
Good old fashioned
Hard work
Sweat
And tears
Creates a life
Full of delayed
Gratification
But in that
There is hope
That for tomorrow
Will bring
A better day
To change
One must approach
Life with a skeptical eye
Focused on what’s right
Rather than the other side
So enlist me in this endeavor of
Finding what is best
In life
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
Better days
Come after the ones
That feel
Like they will never end
Today I pretend
To make it to tomorrow
For tomorrow will be
The best day
Yet
The risk
Seeps in
As the shore
Recedes
In the evening tide
When the water is high
The risks we take
Define a life
Or a mistake
So tread with caution
In a world set on
Confusion
And take a risk
Worth the life
Ahead
The color of the fall
Is set upon us
As we await the
Bringing of new season
To our eyes
Skin
Ears
So set up the orange pumpkin
In it’s seasonal place
Upon the entrance
Where the friends
And neighbors can see
The sign of the season
Ahead of me
When time itself
Has collapsed on your heart
Know that who can
Hold you up
Is never far
To carry love through
A world of cold
To make the broken
Whole
To stand next to each other
Differences shining
The path tougher we will
Be finding
So hold these hopes
To be the truth
No matter what the word
Tells you
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