Let the future be my crutch for the past and present;
Never let opinions design the truth or essence.
City sidewalks are nothing more than a concrete canvas
for me to tag my fifteen minutes of fame, street lights
are the modernized way of personification; a totem pole
of life’s ambition caged in the faces of red, green &
yellow.
The red represents the white culture, they tell me.
The yellow, the black.
Green as our society.
I think humanity has become colour blind.
The Asian grocery shop robbed of business by the neighbours,
the weapon & arms store, and your abortion clinic. Don’t label
me a cynic ‘cause my smile is more of a defined tight rope
where meek words fall short of crossing ear-to-ear. Reality
is a noose.
Freedom is on trial, with hope as his witness.
Freedom is red, green, and yellow.
Freedom is grey.
The executioner is red, white, and blue under the mask.
Law is the way of judicious Judistes who depend on injustice.
Let colossal jenga structures define our domino positioned
integrity, home, and fame; when it collapses into rubble -
Patronize it.
Red stands for the adrenaline & sentiment of war.
Blue stands for the innocence lost
in the white-power pyramid.
Let the future be my crutch for the past and present;
The revolution is the butcher knife. The eagle; the feasant.
Celebrate the lost cause.
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Originally Posted by Wicked
