What even is a thought?
a collective
we walk through pain
They Don’t Know
how much You harbor
they don’t know
what it takes to be Alone
Subjectivity.
You call my work bad
I say, it’s showbiz
You call my actions trash
I say, you couldn’t if you tried.
You know it, I know it,
You’d do what I do too if you could
But you don’t want my life
or my brain
trust me
You wouldn’t survive a day
The Mind.
a labyrinth
of books
and the workers
tired of its vast expanse
turn to lunacy
they don’t care anymore
they’ve gone too far
seen too much
plunge
into the abyss.
Solidarity.
United in grief
we no longer weep
We stand in power
Power to change
rearrange
The unjust systems
that keep us chained
This change is for everyone
For the oppressed
And the oppressors
For the lost
For the found
Collective liberation
Knows no bounds
Through awareness
unwavering fairness
we change humanity
what it means to be human
Earth heals.