Boundless

Dear everyone, we are a broken people

But, it's okay, at least we have each other

And all I ask is that we can love one another

In a society of social adaptation to no end

We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend

Enduring injustice and lack of substance, reduced to redundancy

Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the church of Christ

Now, the church of judgement

Amid the beautiful devastation

The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses to a crime of passion

A crime of madness

A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas

Reaching into the hearts of children

Grabbing into their vital organs

Until their blood pumps differently

Now inept to the silence

Rather than the equality

We've been indoctrinate to believe that it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain

And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day

Not letting a single moment go to waste

But we find fault in our grief, and we let political biases enter a spiritual realm, and change the pace of our breath

Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess, that is our bleeding head

Breaking our necks and changing the landscape of the human brain

To conform to lessons we prescribe to those we thought were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride

So we created a diatribe, a sickening language of dialect to change the meaning of brokenness

So we can say we are changed

Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged

And brought back to a point of comfort

Through a time of stress

And we talk to each other fairly straight

But at a scary rate, we escalate our fate to the point of that very break

And then in times of comfort we barely relate

Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a warred drain

But it always leaves dark stains in the sink holding society to the brink of rioting

The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing

I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many

In the name of love

In the name of peace

In the name of grace

Don't shy away I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame

But rather to make it known that we are all the same

In need of love

and in need of embrace

So let's make this change, and find a way to relate

In a way of love

Not hate