For Today

You can look ahead 

and reflect on before 

while keeping your feet planted 

firmly on the floor. 

The present is a gift from the past. 

A chance to enjoy 

all you've worked towards 

and a chance 

to make change everlast.

2:11

My mind is a traffic jam 

of words and thoughts. 

I thought I ought 

to write them down. 

But as I approach the scene 

I see a crash, 

so I look 

for another way around.

I hope the kid 

running in full sprint 

as his mom pulls him in 

towards the bus 

they just missed 

gets all that he deserves. 

I hope he has 

more to read 

aside from 

what he sees 

on billboards 

and bus stops.

Poverty

Poverty's a choice, 

our world makes 

possible and cyclical.

I can't take it 

every time I see 

a crime committed 

I think, why are we surprised? 

It's us who did it. 

Systematically 

we choose our future 

only to patch it up 

with sutures 

and wonder why 

the wounds still open up.

Never do we wonder 

how we stop the bleeding, 

the hunger, the abuse. 

"There's no use." 

Focus on prevention,

perhaps.

If the people who need help 

got our attention,

we'd build the place we need, 

but selectively 

we can't seem to agree 

on what that looks like, 

on what we look like, 

too much money to be made

on disagreement. 

And those who spend it 

would rather us not see 

all the things 

they try to hide.

These are fights 

intended to blind. 

And we fall victim to the crime. 

Poverty's a choice, 

our world makes 

possible and cyclical.

I can't take it 

every time I see 

a crime committed 

I think, why are we surprised? 

It's us who did it. 

Death over Life

Like a faucet 

the thoughts, 

they pour out 

like the water 

that drips from my eyes, 

heavy from the day.

I am tired of this way, 

this path we've chosen, 

death over life.