I refuse to be enslaved
To a system that takes me nowhere
Except into the realms of corporate capitalism
Entrapped in the jaws of money-hungry mutants
who value mundane meaninglessness
over human compassion.
Who would rather live rich and brainless
than eliminate the world’s corruption.
I will break free
from the shackles of tyranny
To achieve a single dream:
Global Harmony.
You cannot have something
And not have it
Simultaneously.
You cannot feign feelings
To keep someone around.
You cannot hide the truth
To hold on to a lie.
You cannot love someone
and make them cry.
Love is not freedom
It is sacrifice
It is imprisonment
Of one’s selfishness.
It is unconditional kindness
It is wanting someone
Simply for their presence.
Love is not broken promises
Adorned with passionate kisses.
Love is not a flame
Engulfed in a waterfall.
Love is either all in
Or not at all.
So how can you say you love me
But all you want is to be free?
Their small legs twirl rapidly,
Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles
Speeding with vitality and joy
The road is boundless
Possibilities are endless.
On the opposite side of the Earth,
another street is being destroyed.
There are no side-walks here,
Only land mines to avoid;
And the relentless screams of fighter jets
Pollute the atmosphere.
Fear is a pervading smell
A perpetual instinct:
Fight or perish.
In a parallel moment,
the tiny bikers
Make a wish
Blow a dandelion.
The seeds disperse,
Achieving freedom.
The two young spirits
Cuddle up into their warm beds
And kiss their loving parents good night.
In War World, a lone child grasps
His mother’s lifeless hand.
Tears stream onto her body:
He just lost the last possibility.
What if mirrors were never created?
Would we all be differentiated?
Would categorization based on appearance be common,
Or would we be united, all humanity as one?
If everyone around you, you could perceive
But your own face you could not retrieve
Would that make you humble, or full of pride?
Would you let society dictate your every stride?
Or would you embrace your freedom?
We are more than just a sum
Of the parts that make us a whole.
The most fundamental element is our soul.
If mirrors did not exist,
Neither would our fists.
Instead, we would extend our hands
To embrace all of human kind,
Against discrimination we would stand
To our dissimilarities we’d become blind.
The world would know no hate, no destruction
For we would be too occupied in self-reflection.
