Poetry From The Prism

The invitation to understanding layers

That the human in front of you may or may not say prayers

That the person beside you whose smiling so big may have received an eviction notice

Their highlight reel showing them zenned out in full lotus

May just be the only few moments they could steal to find peace

Before the property manager knocks on their door about their lease

Survival of the fittest, our hierarchy of needs, capitalism

This poem is an invitation from the prism

Nuance and layers of darkness and light

Life can't be understood in only black and white

Wrongness is not a human ontology

The existence of polarity is like a play in psychology

A creed of the obscenely rich and wealthy

To pit the nations against each other is stealthy

You are no one's enemy nor is anyone yours

To believe that difference equals wars

Is to buy the lie and go all in

To believe that yours is the only acceptable sin

Shuffling into madness the gravity of poverty

Weighs on our shoulders and impinges our sovereignty

Now this is an inherent trait of that you can be sure

In my riddles and rhymes I give life to the poor

Determined in my heart to birth a nation of lore

Upon the surface of many waters a message comes

Can you hear the shout of warriors and the beat of the drums?

A new kind of call pierces the atmosphere

And the message is this, "our victory is near"

Swords are being beaten into plowshares

Revolutionaries rising from the dreamscapes of nightmares

The knock of eviction, the rigged jurisdiction cannot a just and free society undergird

I come to this table to say it's all absurd

Until justice flows unobstructed

Until all the toxic teachings are deconstructed

I will raise my voice

The time has come and you have a choice

To prop up archaic concepts of political talking heads

Or open your eyes to the prismatic watersheds

Streams of humanity much different than you

Dammed up diversity is about to breakthrough

I stand like a beacon on the rocky shores

A herald to the end of settling scores

I am. The apocalypse to sophistry.

A Babylonian mystery

A revelator

cloaked as a conjugator

Will you join me in creating a better world?