We arE motionS tale
Again, they scream adapt!
They scream change!
I finally wonder can I?
The hostile days from where I have come,
Does not have me readily on standby.
After all,
After every long fought night is a new evolution
Now, with others alike, I finally wish to conserve.
Revolutions do not always begin from the bottom up,
Time has come for us to preserve!
We spout back:
“You adapt, you change!”
You rarely even entertain if you‘re capable.
Come your turn to give back,
Unnecessary battles become the only way to break you.
Your dreams don’t equate my reality,
But our realities perpetuates your dream!
Our vitriol swells in this monstrous of a culture-
Selling us various forms of hallucinatory capital,
As you pick at us living dead like the vulture.
We plant the seeds that grow your arms wider!
Ever since the days of our fathers!
But you resist change for the better?
I swear we have been standing face to face with Lady Liberty all this time
And most of us have never even met her!
Produce some earnest scruples instead of capital!
Manifest our destiny!
America, constantly we are motion’s tale!
We will Love you no more!
No, not if you wear emotion stale.
~Brennan Brenoso
"PoetsTruMental"
