The time has come (to understand)

There are times when the picture is clear. Frozen in place, standing we can see, all the dirt, the falling dust that covers the lies. We were busy, occupied, we couldn’t bother to fight. There were too many shiny things to reach. Doesn’t matter the lost, the poor, the oppressed, ’till we escape that fate, we’re secure. So, the power was there to keep into greasy hands, to share between themselves. We were busy worrying ’till the grave. Paying overwhelming taxes, caressing empty things, distancing from feelings. We lost the power to criticize and act. Now, we face the consequence. The world in greedy hands, our safety at stake. How does it feel? Those shiny things, so empty and useless. We’re under a pacific tyranny. How does it sound? Take this time to understand.

A man’s story

Little by little

his steps go further

snowflakes are falling

angels are coughing.

Little by little

his eyes are catching

a cat on the roof

a dog barking loud.

Little by little

my sweetie pie

you are going this far

for a chocolate bar?

In the blink of an eye

you got bigger

looking for fishing

in this human ocean.

Every man was a child

every child a baby

don’t forget your bones

from where you belong.

Every woman knows her story

bending the truth is no glory

as she tries a place to stay

has to fight a battle unfair.

So, little by little

your steps go on

never forget

where you come from.

It takes a woman to make a man

don’t you ever forget,

but you really should seek

for a better woman to meet.