WE THE PEOPLE

W E T H E P E O P L E we fought to change the days but forgot to think about the coming war we marched to remix the ways but we neglected our responsibilities knocking on our doors we did it alone but cannot say I did we can only call on the past who did and barely admire the present who are doing we can bless their recognition and relevance but barely being candid we don't wish to look at our dishonesty and really address the issue we address, neglect, fight for, die for and that is us all, that is we we don't care and we do but for each individual it's accounted for one we understand one for all and all for one we are so harmonious yet extremely discordant the same we march, sit in, yet we stand still and get down we speak yet we barely express we just talk civilian wise we aren't celebrities but we aren't powerless we are a community expanding across nations, borders, and oceans we are an ecosystem of flavors and sometimes we don't bare responsibility to notice we reduce we reuse we recycle we refute against our destruction we smoke we litter we pollute are we promoting our destruction we glorify ourselves in months and holidays we then turn to media to forget pain and hard work to relax in a surreal matrix of pacification culturally we are only everyone with a different face we are so many ethnic groups but one race we are human we are evolved relatives we are drawn to each other by nature and deny its strength we feel the feelings behind closed doors we are Asian, African, Australian, North and South American, European, and we even touch the icy Arctic shores we are so common and we fight for our rights everywhere the faces of those who fight against others in Europe may be the exact opposite faces on opposing teams in Australia, but who places action behind care every single problem is not our problem because we fail to unite but unity is necessary for peace as a species the war is never over we just have to learn of another way to fight we love to fight and we love the taste of war but the force of the hoses and the bites of the Shepherds, always awaiting our turns reminded us too much of the shadows on the Asian pavement and the whip burns the battle is within each specimen against colors, sex, nation, size, height, weight, or sexuality to be civil to recognize our own deviants, grievances, experiences, and lessons things said and done and felt are more allegorical than reviewed it disrupts our culture and many of us cannot swim above the fire waters to the breathless ice at the top we aren't weak we aren't strong we are a mosaic of people who want to get along we tear up when we remember those dying we can't forget we have to honor them and live trying we have to make a change because they're getting old we want to have a grand story for the next generation to be told