Descent

We all find it hard to stand under pressing hands Insisting we comply to unjust commands and Urging us to supply their rusty contraband With ways to separate us underhand By offering our hate and lusty self-demands In order to justify our disgusting selfishness We freely boil and toil under the whip of self Righteous beasts whose restlessness has gnawed Away our very essences to feed the mouth of a hungry society Whose essence is to keep those down who are Under it in segregational lies and grit While truth and life lies beyond the rift of Separations gaping maw whose drifting borders Consistently order the performance of tricks From hands who seek to gain and dormancy From sons who work and yearn to shape their fates In enlightened hopes to consecrate the very Change that pressing hands may seek to depreciate In the name of peace which means no more than An honest lie spoken earnestly meant to disarm Harm proceeding to alarm the deceived Which we have received in all honesty As trusted contributors to our enemies Cause the human limit for tolerance Betrays our desire for limitless hope and Peace for ourselves and any and all who deem It right life be so independent and Acceptable to all and any who more than many Are willing to accept and drop and open arms Willing hopes to calm the storms that peace so often Brings upon us May Peace and Tolerance descend down on us