The Purest Cacophony

From this day forward,
I will move toward,
a gentler state of being,
a new way of seeing,
the value in us all,
the futility of walls,
and the uselessness of malls,

those blank foundations,
of a broken revelation,
built for profits not living,
destroying not giving,
comfort for the cold,
compassion for the old,
what we’re given we have sold.

Don’t come knocking,
on doors you cannot open,
and don’t stop locking,
the box that cannot be broken,
and please keep talking,
because it keeps me level-headed
and I’ll keep walking,
and I won’t ever regret it.

The corner stone of our history,
was lost in the rubble,
doomed to repeat the misery,
of every human struggle,
we are nothing without ancestors,
if only they could see us now,
reliving all their failures,
will we ever make them proud?

I fear that I’ve split the edges,
thrown my dreams off ledges,
into a deep chasm.

I can almost see them below,
lying there like tears in the snow,
is it too late?

Or are the suns rays just rising,
in a place where there is no advertising,
or am I alone.

I’m weak against the storm,
battering my body torn,
I seek refuge in the mind,
the last defense against time,
which will eventually erode,
and it’s a long road.

The quietly echoing soul trap called America,
exhaling the pungent smell of charred remains,
we are living on the blood of billions,
Their scattered ashes fall.