Words

by SprinklinThoughts

Today,
I took the liberty to pursue a little happiness…

Then I struggled to open the spigot…
with a loud squeak, it broke free…
releasing but a light dribble of words…

Life is canvas.
Imaginer holds brush.
A painting alive and more…
One paint moves at will.
Can change self, colors, and hues…
Instead chooses to smudge canvas,
Rather than transform beauty.

Words…
each rests almost alive atop a system of roots…
drawing from its meaning to give nourishment…

Hmm…
strung together, these can be as blades of grass which soften our journey…
or they can be sharper than blades of steel…

Yeah? Let’s see…

over 20,000 children died today – of war, disease, and hunger
happy valentine’s day
300 million children went to bed hungry today – 17 million in the US
for just a dollar more, get an extra pound of chocolate

How many were abused, physically, emotionally, economically?
How many died in the streets of a violence insane?
How many were poisoned by the air, water, and food?

How many of those who have, ignored those who need?
How much profit was made on lives trampled so severely?

How many minds were “conditioned” to accept this killing matrix?
How did you support this death machine that we call society?

Too depressing? Let’s talk/think about…
any kind of utter nonsense…
That distraction not good enough? Go shopping!

I am no longer able to participate in the insanity.
Though I joyfully accept this wondrous gift of life,
I cannot live in joy amidst the hurt and pain I see.
No, instead I will live in mourning for all the ones,
Until their hearts and minds are free.

Sharp enough I guess…

Hmm…
Words can be strong too…

Will you please stop this shit.

And stop supporting it too…
with your minds, your dollars, your participation.

M

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