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Call to the World

A System Forever Plagued to Be Broken

By Mynx KilimaroPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Let me be the first to attest to the sins of man, to say that not only are we not perfect but that we can hardly stand . Let me be the first to say that we are at fault , give me a moment to explain and you’ll understand.

I’ll focus on the big picture, I’ll focus on the divide in the Bible’s definition of brother and sister . In the beginning there were two definites:

Man marries woman, and woman marries man But these were a reality of a different time, in today’s society it’s easier to clutch and hold onto something and say that ‘It’s MINE’.

But what about what’s yours?

The world is so focused on me, not we, not he or they

We hold our hands out and expect for someone to pay

But for what?

We haven’t earned anything , we sit back and watch others fight because that's what we do, we’ve been raised to believe that if we wait long enough something will happen and a fix will soon come

Let me be the first to tell you that this isn’t a game. This isn’t augmented reality and no omniscient God is going to patch things when everything seems broken, there’s not a technician to fix the glitch in the system and the system is flawed.

For the generations to come I implore you to listen, YOUR system is flawed.

We live in a world where the shields and the red white and blues only create more blues behind bars, where red stains the Earth and the white rule the media. In America, there are only three colors: The blues of the poor, the red blood of the innocent and the white image plastered on the TV.

But we unite under ‘black lives matter’ and then go and become a disgrace to the cause

You want to be taken seriously? Take a dramatic pause

Shut up and listen

Be quiet for a moment

Stop screaming “F-the police” and realize that silence is golden.

The world doesn’t need to know,

As long as you and I both know then this is how it’ll go

We start by inclusion; we start by eliminating the reasonable doubt that there’s no sort of confusion

What do you fight for?

Your weapons?

Your morals?orYour aggression against being poor?

Choose your weapons wisely, we were given the right to bear arms, let our words be a weapon, let our silence be our ace in the hole.

Because the world must unite under one flag and that’s the symbol of peace

I’ll be the first to confess to the sins of man,

But I have a plan,

To love unconditionally,

To give whole-heartedly

And unite under no mantra

Cause peace doesn’t come by chanting or yelling

It comes through actions

Through determination

Through obligation

And perseverance.

Spread the word like your favorite T-shirt as if it were on clearance, let everyone know, that the war of peace is among you and I will be in its frontline, the world has seen enough blood, and I think it’s time

For every person in every race to grow and shine.

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About the Creator

Mynx Kilimaro

This is my main writing persona, occasionally I'll post a poem, a short story or a random string of thoughts that I have at any given time. I love feedback, I'm a sucker for feedback. Been writing for about 4 years now~

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