The Media and government are always running rampant in our society. Here’s a piece I wrote concerning the issue.
Recording of the piece: https://soundcloud.com/leafmache/proclamation
Here I sit, staring at the ceiling
Fan spinning in a cycle of continuation
Creating pulsations to which prevent insinuations
I lie awake hoping for change or healing
As seasons change like the weather outside
There are those that can’t seek, so they just hide
They act like their laundry and keep spinning
In cycles til what they see seems thrilling
IS this what we’ve come down to?
Aren’t there better things to do?
Excuse me for speaking in metaphors
I fail to see that we can’t think in signs and rhythms
Unless it’s a paradigm that deals with a rim
24 inch that could catch you some wind now like a DJ watch that spin
Is that culture or superiority?
Does that get you family like a fraternity or sorority?
at least it’s better than getting famous off of being
16 and pregnant or pouring bottles of liquor just let our body flicker
Well let it in, let it sink in, swimming pool so you ain’t sore
You say money is what gets the fame?
Nah, But I can teach it call me Maynard Kaynes now listen to what I say
Did that hurt? Sticks and stones may break your bones
But I’ll make sure my words go deep and sting your core
We are a nation governed by media and disgust
Along with music about lust causing those to be filled with rust
Hoping to strut their stuff and gain glory through their bust
Funny how we stive for change yet act deranged
We claim that it’s part of our rights and freedoms
What, to act out and then just act dumb?
Criticize those who rise up like dead poets
Who would rather be different then stay dark and stoic
Maybe speech shouldn’t be free
We speak only during times of big events (the election)
So heated and quick like deep-sea vents
Standing parallel like lines are we people
To show that we can somewhat be equal
Rather, we are more apart like apartheid
Only wishing to burn others like cyanide
I’m up all night like a seven eleven
So if not to create one here, I pray to reach a heaven
Pardon the stereotype
But I’m proud for the work put in to reach a new height
Let me slow it down for those left behind
Like all the children, ain’t no child able to survive
How about, forget about pro-life or pro-choice
But pro-voice so that we may unite and rejoice
Where no child is left behind, but able to reach a new height
That will break any glass ceiling to create a new meaning of believing
Where no one is hungry, but thirsty for a greater life
Free of strife full of flight with a dream that is only bright
Rather than a nation full of devastation
I see a nation full of propagations that will let us think free like an emancipation
A nation that can create sensations for the ages that will cause litigations
So that the country is a cycle not of repetition, but continuous innovation
This is my proclamation