bullshit peace

They say it.
Repeat it.
Shout it.
Scream it.
But in practice
Only when it suits them...

An eye for an eye is wrong
Democracy rules
Human rights reigns for all
Freedom is peace
Peace is freedom
Everyone has rights

But not him.

And I don't get it.
Twice in one year.
The capture of the most hated
And justice denied. Again.

And they wonder why there's
"an us and them" dichotomy...

11/02/11

9 months tomorrow
Your last stand
Your worlds own center piece
Every breath taken-
Watched.
Slower
Heavier
Fading
Gone...

Weepers surrounding you.
Heartbroken orphans.
Together
And yet alone.

You've become a character
in stories.
Your voice I don't recall.
But I recall your ever lasting vanity-
Coconut oil and henna.

Truth be told
I'm conflicted.
Who were you?
Because not everything
is what I want to hear.

So I'm going to compromise
And just let you be
Imbedded in memory
A person unknown.

The last person I want to be is you.
Trapped and loveless
Bound by duty
Bound by fear
Mad as all hell
Unsatisfied
I'll take my one chance in this life
With my own choices
Without the shouting
Without the tension
With a stupid smile

Justice failure...

So easy to judge
Standing on the outside
And you don't fit in that shoe
The hell with logic
Stereotype is truth

So easy to say
Says the circle to the square
Similar-
And yet nothing the same.

So easy to blame
With glossy bullshit
And that beautiful face
Pleading innocence
If only looks could kill...

Let me through
Hear that?
My pockets are full of cash
Let my money talk...

Now sir,
Art thou pleading guilty
Or innocent?

My hand.
Her hand.
Your hand.
Small.
Medium.
Tall.

Entwined but
all tangled up.

My hand.
Her hand.
Your hand.
Small.
Medium.
Tall.

Friends through it all
Cant throw it out
It's just there
Memories within all the blurry lines
These hands...

Stupid hands.
Awesome hands.
All held together.

My hand.
Her hand.
Your hand.
Small.
Medium.
Tall.

I don't recall how
I first heard of you.
Is it important?
Really, is it?

I remember
I was
Captivated...

Your words spoke of change
A new wind was sweeping in
Society finally was seeing sense
And said fuck you to irrational "leadership"

I remember
I was
Excited...

Naive to the core
Comparisons of then and now
Same, same but different

My admission
That I fail to see the rhetoric
And
I don't want to see the rhetoric

Pessimist until the very end

Still waiting for the wind of change...

The dreamer
without the airy fairy crap.
You know,
the one who just believes
And staunchly, grasps to fate.