With my hands tied back,
I look at my people grapple and babble
Tear at everything that their hands are capable
My eyes are shut but I choose to ignore
For I know that some walls are better left standing
Than breaking your fists on them anymore
The silence that wrenches my mouth
I keep it shut to judge and to keep it from a bout
I save my temper and my hands
To teach my children restrain and disband.
We all belong to a different sect
Not all of us can ever agree on whats always the best,
But I do know one thing for sure
My actions are my own
I must learn to use them with care and more…
Not all of us can understand the six sides of a dice,
My stupidity will cause my “Mother”to bleed and slice,
Our woes are not always our own,
But our actions are louder than words and hurt even more.
Our choice may be selective
We may not always know what’s ‘Left’ and ‘Right’
But our better judgement may help us stay clear
And help us steer away our strife.
Sadness, delusion and wariness encompass me,
I hope that some of Us will get the strength to make it stop
For I know it may not always work,
But lets make an effort to put an end to this
Lets put our hands together and make it work!