The World
I ask them to listen
Not on a surface level
“Like a pot on the ground”
But question themselves
Why is that “Pot” on the ground?
If a tree falls in forest and no one was there
Does it make a sound?
If the police is knocking at the door but your faded do you still feel the pound?
I say listen not only with your ears but with your eyes.
Listen to the poor starving children all over who cry
Listen to the Mother that just lost her world
because her son just died
I said open your eyes
Read (through) the lines
Like a spark needed to jump a car
It takes time
Be patient and stay positive
Positive like you getting jail time for crimes
The world has made me want to seek justice where it is denied
Using God as my guide
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