Locked in a cell
Consumed with rage
Living in a cage
Muted, No voice
Matter of choice
Judge, me not
Jury, still out
Just let me rot?
With seeds of doubt?
Awake but not living
Consumed by hate
Before it’s too late
Change begins now
At all cost
The cell in which we reside may be within our own being.
Locked in perpetual misfortune of life’s most inconceivable misgivings, not knowing who we are or where we are going.
The cage may be our own mind, or those around us screaming we’re not enough.
Hell, may not be a distant place in the future but rather now until all eternity.
The voice lost is not merely our own but our power to realize change is achievable, that those of lesser fortunes may need someone stronger than they to help them get to their feet rather than looking down on them with crippling words of distain for their state.
Choice is theirs, and ours, how we treat others is as much a reflection of ourselves as as of anything else.
We can throw away the key, but the key to living is to keep on giving – to ourselves and to others.
We can judge their fate, be the jury of our peers, we can hate all we want, but how about learning more?
An eye for an eye is a grand scheme, but the world we are already blind – to what we don’t want to see.
We can turn the other cheek, the but world we continue to look away – from what’s staring back at us.
It’s not they who is lost, it is us.
It is not them who is not worth the cost, it is we who are will pay the price.
We are One.