Different Battles, Different Wars…Still A Fight


I think we cheer for them both. When you think of the brother whose behavior has led him to grow without visible failure. Whose careful consideration of every decision, where the outcome of negativity in life did not touch him the same, but yet he is still equal to the one who’s skin was singed walking through hell because of the very decisions he chose to allow. I think as both begin to ascend to higher heights that they both are to be commended and celebrated; one for being consistent with his emotions, his choices, and his outcomes. The other for seeing his feet veer way off from the path and telling himself that he must go back, and ultimately finds his way. I think none is to be commended more than the other because life is tough on us all and just because you live a life of more purity than another doesn’t mean that you didn’t have to walk through fire to do it.  Different battles, different wars. Still a fight.

What Really Matters?


American Joe Louis Fist

 

 

Black lives matter
All lives matter
LGBTQ lives matter
Brown lives matter
White lives matter

In this world where a Utopian society ceases to be
We don’t understand the world we inevitably see
The death toll of humanity would alarmingly sound
Where the bodies of the latest martyrs of incitement are found
Born into a war we were destined to fight
Where the color of skin would be the predetermined slight
Is hate the opposite where there is no choice
Or does opinion have the loudest voice
directional challenges aimed at those on the same team
purposed to divide and conquer…the age old theme
Slanderous words of ignorance formed from rage and hate
deriving from the unknown corners of mouths ready to prate
Attacks made on those whose processes are slow and silent
trying to comprehend the Universe filled with violence
trading accusations hurled with useless rhetoric
when a solution takes thought for today’s betterment
Wars and rumors of wars will always transpire
Where will today’s sacrificial lamb have a place to retire
Will it be in the streets lined with blood instead of trees
Or in a nightclub under a table shaking on your knees
Purposed to die from the time of inception
From your destiny there is no protection
In other words some of us were born to die
For a cause we were originated to buy
with the cost of our lives we were never asked
It is our slate to be our one and only task
Give up the Ghost for a chance to save humanity
If we had known our assignment would we have plead insanity
How much of a life does it really matter
When we walk among one another daily and spew hateful chatter
Until one of us dies and we forge a counterfeit alliance
Withholding our indifference and trading it in for compliance
because after the battle has been long and forgotten
We return to our state of backbiting and plottin’
Or will this all matter in the end
And a perpetual allegiance to humanity will ultimately begin
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