Toxic clouds, consuming egos;
we need a little understanding
by those who wield authority but
obedience they’re commanding.
I have accepted my place here
but struggle against strong tides.
I wake every day to sleep walk
led to and from by tunes that lie.
Drinking from the river sustains
but lethal toxins introduced taint
rhetoric covered black does paint
pictures holy but from no saint.
I’m a feather falling pick me up
so you can feel how I feel today.
I have many things I want to say
for hate’s no surprise these days.
Hands are cold but have sympathy
held I feel you and beg you to see
we must supply refuge from hate
that stifles the mind with calamity.