sides

the seperation and degradation of a certain population

based on information

force fed and drilled into the minds of the pure and

innocent.

the new born baby,

born with a tag already tied around his

wrists and palms

so tightly

cuffed and constricted from being more than who

was before.

having a target on his back as soon as he can crawl.

move.

the little girl with thoughts of beauty

distanced from her reach

when her skin isnt so bleached.

dark skin and pores, its all beautiful right to the core

this is something we need to restore:

the darker the berry the sweeter the juice, but the lighter the berry no lesser the boost.

equality.

sides

why do we have to group and divide

why do we tolerate the mentality that society is only normal

through conflicts, districts and all these

brainwashing antics?

its a disease that spreads through our veins,

leaving scars and stains as it imprints.

from generation to generation.

sides

do we stand with what pays in this life or

with what we cant afford to lose for the next?

what price is placed on positive change?

most things negative are bowed down to and written in history books,

while the little deeds,

the little pleas and decrees that started as whispers dont

scream across a single page.

so this is it, the dream destination?

how much more destruction must be part of this

crazy construction plan?

is this our Nirvana,

to be surrounded by an ongoing disaster

while we sit and complain and

unsceptically board this death train

with its railway lines over our future family ties?

sides

the nature of the beings we were breathed life into to be

is

universal.

no sides. no division.

we are complete through acceptance.

we are evolved and transformed through the absorption

of vibrations travelling -avidly- ,

towards and around us.

everything is one.

everyone is one.

we are us.

we are i.

a viewing point ; semi-God's eye