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I’m here to tell a story,
a confronting story about
the world we are living in
full of hypocrisies,
deterring us from
what our very existence is about.

At first I was angry,
angry about the cards
that had been dealt.

But then my anger began to melt
into some serious self doubt.

You see, the companion of beings
we claim to hold so dear,
we kiss and cull
all painted with the same brush.

The earth that provides us life,
we dig and destroy
yet claim we love?

When I hear the wise ones speak
of a generation that is out of control
I can’t help but weep inside a little.

WE created those souls.

We are keep our guns close to our hearts.

SHOOT

SHOOT

SHOOT

Tearing each other part!!!

When I cry,
my tears are falling on the hearts of our soldiers
bruised and battered for a cause
awaiting an applause
that may never arrive.

Children all over the world
are hungry,
they starve
we watch them fall.

Sorry western civilization
please tell explain to me
the meaning of poor?

Shall we touch on the fact
the world has enough
to feed us all.

If we just listened to that inner call
MAYBE Just maybe
there wouldn’t be hunger anymore?

Don't you turn away now
I have hit that place in your heart,
you know damn well
what I’m saying is true.

You just don’t know
where to start,
who to turn to.

Let me help you.

It begins in here( touches heart)
you know that place I describe.

Where there is no us or them
just you and I,
here there are no distractions
on the evening news.

Here, you may find truth,
where the penny may yet drop,
Perhaps it’s time to improve?

Don't turn away

I’M NOT DONE !

Please look to that place
where there is wisdom and freedom,
no such thing
as a forgotten race.

It’s up to us
to point this shit out,
to work together
to turn it around.

Ask yourself, if not us?

Then who?

From me to you
I hope you think it through.

This is what I'm about,
with that
I leave.

Wild Flower over and out.

*Audio soon*

Jess is my real name, writing from the sandy shores of Australia. Mainly poetics and good coffee. Journey with me. Open to work wherewildthingsgrow88@gmail.com

Jess is my real name, writing from the sandy shores of Australia. Mainly poetics and good coffee. Journey with me. Open to work wherewildthingsgrow88@gmail.com