ONLY YOU KNOW WHERE WE'RE HEADED
Written May 30, 2008
Written May 30, 2008
Pictures like this make me want to holler... And throw up my hands.
Only you know where we're headed, Heavenly Father.
All that is asked of us is that we give each other Love, but with chickens roasted in racism still coming home to roost, it makes it hard to forgive. Can you remove the frustrated fury getting the best of me?
Reasoning getting beyond control, please relieve the shame I feel from this building madness. Instead of using love, peace and happiness, anger has taken occupancy, living rent free in rooms of mental energy.
Is it my love for people that has my mind weeble-wobbling, or in the alternative, is it the ignorance and stupidity of racist imperfection that has me going in circles?
This is not the way my head is supposed to be.
Before we see the light of change, will the poisonous winds blowing negativity east and west take it all away? Is all of the Obama hope a set-up for a devastating disappointment? Gas prices going sky-high, a country kids fighting in another world and dying for oil? (isn't that supposed to bring prices down? Or do I smell another Bush snow job? Someone, please help me out.). Propaganda-preaching politicians polluting the population with other reasons why? They never did give us the real reason for so many wooden coffins returning home.
Bad breaks aplenty and setbacks in our progression all around. A jacked-up health plan has us all in limbo. You can't get sick, and you better keep a job. Oops can’t find one. Fucked up economy producing layoffs.
Trigger-happy officers here to protect and serve firing fifty bullets at an unarmed man on the precipice of saying I DO makes you wonder if the urgent grooves of our late prophet Marvin Gaye were a portent of things to come. All you really asked of us, is that we give each other love. It seems we're failing at that.
Only you, Heavenly Father, know where it's all headed.
Being punished with life's brutal harshness, my soul has been flying the friendly skies of my thoughts with my feet planted squarely in the reality of troubling times. So many people in pursuit of green, destroying the lives of others with subjective thoughts of slander, sex and drugs through literature, cinema and television. It sells, a crippled society boldly declares.
What? You mean that the exploits of a spoiled brat named Paris Hilton mean more to our minds than the bus-driver struggling to keep his kids in school? And what about the homeless? Are we so brainwashed on entertainment and escape that we ignore the bottom line? Where's the substance that saves children from early depression and ill-equipped babies from bringing more lives into the world they know damn well they can't take care of? Where's the thought-provoking depth that fills libraries, enlivens dormant spirits with hope, and enhances the intellect of a community? Has it all been sacrificed for fame and survival; compromised for the cash chase? Do tell-all journals and shoot-em-up books preaching self-hatred to the naïve mean more to our collective thought process than actually reading something that might help us grow? Does money really rule everything surrounding my soul?
I guess slaves are still being made of men.
Who really cares about the despair that has prevented all of us from doing what's right? Who's willing to try to selflessly switch sorrow to smiles, with all their might? Do we still hope for better, brighter, blue skies? Or is the saying true about a hero being nothing more than a sandwich?
Lord knows, I've been trying to make sense of it all. But only you know where we're headed.
Only you know where we're headed, Heavenly Father.
All that is asked of us is that we give each other Love, but with chickens roasted in racism still coming home to roost, it makes it hard to forgive. Can you remove the frustrated fury getting the best of me?
Reasoning getting beyond control, please relieve the shame I feel from this building madness. Instead of using love, peace and happiness, anger has taken occupancy, living rent free in rooms of mental energy.
Is it my love for people that has my mind weeble-wobbling, or in the alternative, is it the ignorance and stupidity of racist imperfection that has me going in circles?
This is not the way my head is supposed to be.
Before we see the light of change, will the poisonous winds blowing negativity east and west take it all away? Is all of the Obama hope a set-up for a devastating disappointment? Gas prices going sky-high, a country kids fighting in another world and dying for oil? (isn't that supposed to bring prices down? Or do I smell another Bush snow job? Someone, please help me out.). Propaganda-preaching politicians polluting the population with other reasons why? They never did give us the real reason for so many wooden coffins returning home.
Bad breaks aplenty and setbacks in our progression all around. A jacked-up health plan has us all in limbo. You can't get sick, and you better keep a job. Oops can’t find one. Fucked up economy producing layoffs.
Trigger-happy officers here to protect and serve firing fifty bullets at an unarmed man on the precipice of saying I DO makes you wonder if the urgent grooves of our late prophet Marvin Gaye were a portent of things to come. All you really asked of us, is that we give each other love. It seems we're failing at that.
Only you, Heavenly Father, know where it's all headed.
Being punished with life's brutal harshness, my soul has been flying the friendly skies of my thoughts with my feet planted squarely in the reality of troubling times. So many people in pursuit of green, destroying the lives of others with subjective thoughts of slander, sex and drugs through literature, cinema and television. It sells, a crippled society boldly declares.
What? You mean that the exploits of a spoiled brat named Paris Hilton mean more to our minds than the bus-driver struggling to keep his kids in school? And what about the homeless? Are we so brainwashed on entertainment and escape that we ignore the bottom line? Where's the substance that saves children from early depression and ill-equipped babies from bringing more lives into the world they know damn well they can't take care of? Where's the thought-provoking depth that fills libraries, enlivens dormant spirits with hope, and enhances the intellect of a community? Has it all been sacrificed for fame and survival; compromised for the cash chase? Do tell-all journals and shoot-em-up books preaching self-hatred to the naïve mean more to our collective thought process than actually reading something that might help us grow? Does money really rule everything surrounding my soul?
I guess slaves are still being made of men.
Who really cares about the despair that has prevented all of us from doing what's right? Who's willing to try to selflessly switch sorrow to smiles, with all their might? Do we still hope for better, brighter, blue skies? Or is the saying true about a hero being nothing more than a sandwich?
Lord knows, I've been trying to make sense of it all. But only you know where we're headed.
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