The Answer
 
I never thought
Doing nothing
Could take so long
 
TV on
Sound off
Blur of news
 
Slump sitting
Silent squinting
Saturday sunset
 
Grunting to get up
From my soft chair
Heading to the front door
 
Hurrying down the stairs
From my smelly apartment
Leaving the door open
 
Halting at the corner
Winded but pretending I’m not
Getting old bends your back
 
But I straighten up
Eyeing the lights of traffic
So many souls trapped
 
Forcing my mouth to open
Screaming
For freedom
 
All the world
Peaked to hear
Understanding perfectly
 
The doom of us
Escalating
Near panic
 
Weeping
Down inside
Hollow chests
 
Crying
Prayer
After prayer
 
And many of us
Deeply feeling
The answer is
 
Coming soon
Feeling it
Feeling now!
 
 
 
The Grip
 
The grip
Has an invisible whip
 
Media
Zip
 
Numbing
Speed
 
Lashing
As we sleep
 
For we have become bloodless
Not knowing how deep the cuts
 
Disturbed and wounded
We fight against ourselves
 
Politics
Cripple us
 
Divide
And conquer us
 
Spinning what’s right
And wrong
 
A few
Thinking they’re little gods
 
Control
Controlling
 
Forgetting
They’re outnumbered.