The Voice of the Soul

Poetry helps me find myself Rewind myself and re-align myself Trapped in a world where we die for wealth And live for material possession And our high schools only teach us how to take tests They’re failing at giving us life lessons No knowledge of investments I invest in humanity and try to end insanity The truth is just perspective, but I try to end the fallacies The world’s full of calamities In Bangladesh, there’s tragedy I think that it’s ironic people die because of factories The factors that led up to this Are based upon consumption Some face this life with nothin’ You’re surprised that they’re not somethin’? I see people that deck the halls I see people that fill the streets I see people who love to feast I see people with none to eat I see people who practice peace And others practice violence This world is full of voices Some are loud and some are silent I’ve seen things be returned And I’ve seen things be stolen I’ve seen pockets full of lint And seen pockets swollen And I’ll just quote an influence Even though I don’t know him In the words of Michael Franti “Every single soul’s a poem”