This poem was written in light of all the silent wars & societal manipulation in the world. Seeing it’s also reached Substack, it’s necessary to understand our greater hopes and intentions for why we endure as a global race. We truly are a sacred, strong people, & even though it looks like we may never get out of the same old ruts… we must endeavor to try.
Truly
It was immediately counted as losses
Money, mind, conscience
Humanity undergoing Larson
Under martial law, like Boston
Some told ya that we saw them
That sacrifice to open up pathways enticed
The Anne Rice novels, nightmares spliced
I had a chance to be a pup, dreamworld life
But now I give a lesser fuck, yet there’s still strife
We’re caught in a loop that we can’t escape
Chains on the mind, but the soul won’t break
Truly, oh truly, we still try
Voices in the silence, reachin’ for the sky
They did me like Kanye
Got hypnotized, “Mowgli”
Still in their eyes, truly
This the kinda game you do not play
Jumanji
Speaking things you shouldn’t say
We in The Jungle Book, a page away
Truly
A million years we coulda stayed
Who me? Still fighting in the fray
Cultural cages, mental mazes
Every step’s another phase in
Lost in illusions, but I keep chasin’
Truly, my soul’s still blazing
We’re caught in a loop that we can’t escape
Chains on the mind, but the soul won’t break
Truly, oh truly, we still try
Voices in the silence, reachin’ for the sky
If freedom is a language, we barely speak
If truth is a mountain, the climb is steep
But I’ll write these lines till the walls get weak
Truly… The struggle’s ours to keep
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