Silent Compliance
At one with the sea, at war with the sand,
I all but watch racism unfold on the land.
And I crave to reach out, singing of peace, to bring guidance,
But though I breathe in the ocean, I'm drowned out by my silence.
I've shed their tears, and seen their fight,
And yet I refrain, from doing what's right.
And I say to myself, "Ariel, let it be
"Leave the secular problems to the world above the sea"
So I wipe my tears, and swim to my cave
And imagine a time where I had something to say
For me to have hoped, that I've lived a life of defiance
Yet instead I've chosen this life of Silent Compliance.
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