Power And Control

Nothing prepares you for it, the rise and fall of everything around you.

Thoroughly unfair to most and yet still you prevail for what?

But the gain, oh sweet beautiful release and serenity.

Control.

Control isn't what you always have but you're together.

Yes.

That IS beautiful. Warm and bright burning in the fantastic wonder of knowledge you didn't know you possessed.

Or are you possessed?

Controlled by the higher binds?

Parasitic on your mind?

Are the thoughts buried deep inside?

Are you a traveler? Wanderer?

Do you often slumber?

Your nights are lonely, Somber.

Win or lose it's the same.

Your loss and your gain circles around the ring.

The lion's loose massacre in the stands.

Police come in black men throw up their hands.

From their lungs, they will Shout.

"I can't Breath," from the mountain tops.

Unify Against the masses of hate,

Make them regret past mistakes.

For we are not our Ancestors, but they breathe life into us.

Liberty for All, we are Just on the cusp.