Dear everyone, we are a broken people
But, it's okay, at least we have each other
And all I ask is that we can love one another
In a society of social adaptation to no end
We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend
Enduring injustice and lack of substance, reduced to redundancy
Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the church of Christ
Now, the church of judgement
Amid the beautiful devastation
The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses
to a crime of passion
A crime of madness
A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas
Reaching into the hearts of children
Grabbing into their vital organs
Until their blood pumps differently
Now inept to the silence
Rather than the equality

We've been indoctrinate to believe that
it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain
And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day
Not letting a single moment go to waste
But we find fault in our grief,
and we let political biases enter a spiritual realm,
and change the pace of our breath
Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess,
that is our bleeding head
Breaking our necks and changing the landscape of the human brain
To conform to lessons we prescribe to those
we thought were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride
So we created a diatribe,
a sickening language of dialect to change the meaning of brokenness
So we can say we are changed
Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged
And brought back to a point of comfort
Through a time of stress
And we talk to each other fairly straight
But at a scary rate,
we escalate our fate to the point of that very break
And then in times of comfort we barely relate
Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a warred drain
But it always leaves dark stains in the sink
holding society to the brink of rioting
The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing
I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many
In the name of love
In the name of peace
In the name of grace
Don't shy away I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame
But rather to make it known that we are all the same
In need of love
And in need of embrace
So let's make this change, and find a way to relate
In a way of love
Not hate