What cost can I anticipate to pay
for the ransoms of this long day?
My blood, sweat and tears say,
until end of days I’ll live this way.
Mortar and brick of tainted walls
that stand in my way so very tall,
stand they where people do fall.
A heart do the walls have not all.
Some they judge the color of skin
or where after life where we end.
Religion, race and our closest kin;
we tend judge, which is great sin.
Our leaders with messages of hate
heal not the wounds of the long day.
Fiery words and tounges of flame
lash out and peace it does rip away.
In deceit elite live as boorish beasts
while in golden halls they do feast.
Their judgements call not for peace.
Hypocrites they are in the very least.
Those who toil daily drowned in sweat
who pursue their dreams, they do fret.
Let us take these days and try not forget
to not repeat these day’s history tests.
So what has this splendid day cost?
Prejudices and moments we do scoff.
Remember children sit and watch
distempered elites who are so lost.
What do we have if not our values?
Who are we if not understanding use?
I write with unstable hands for you
of a strife that brings a fraught mood.
I beg you do not give into bitter hate
in which our leaders they do display,
in absolute the worst in the worst way.
Friends, close ears to the bitter rage.
Let us not construct the bitter barriers
that bring down in such a crushing blow.
Stand on shoulders if you must friends.
Let’s strive for what heart’s of warmth show.