Musical melodies. Peaceful harmonies.
Painful testimonies. Violent tragedies.
White Indifference. White Ignorance.
Simple Compassion. Humane passion.
Dark history. Missing accountability.
Study hard. Push hard. Make your move. Into the City.
Freedom of Expression.
The Power. To Over Power.
A voice. Your voice.
Defending indifference. Hidden by silhouettes.
Cast by hollow doctrines. Free Choice.
In disagreement. With yourself. With myself.
Caught between tensions. That corrode. And erode. Mental Health.
Unable to prove contrary.
Crafting emotion into creativity.
Unable to turn off.
The sight, taste, touch and smell of discord.
At a loss with how to be at Peace.
Feeling deeply corrupt. Words of Freedom. Feel flawed.
There is No escape.
Some souls. Seek safety in. The Bottle. Or maybe Psychedelics.
Sorry. I’ve got no intention of seeing. Paramedics.
Death is no Radical Freedom.
Not the first or the last.
The wheels keep turning.
Whether or not you light up.
And keep your anger burning.
Pursuit for unseen Glory.
Is that Radical Freedom?