The Image

All of the images
Sending mixed messages
Massacring the masses
While we view hindsight through rose-colored glasses
And all the whispers stop
Silence thick as the sound of a pin drops
A moment of silence for all the victims
The same silence amongst use that ultimately killed them
And my mind is still filled with the images
Of tortured beliefs maturing while sanity diminishes
Have we become so vain that we missed this
So obsessed with our vanity that the signs seemed to skip us
And the martyr to this media gluttony is glorified
And in moths to come will we still be horrified
Or just chalk it up to experience
History just repeating itself
And society continuously beating itself
Only bringing the consciousness in death
Until finally there will be no one left to care
And no, the world will never be fair
About at least seek for equity in what is left
And fit our opinions in the boxes that we live in
That we seem to feel are invincible until the water starts to seep in
And we begin reaping what we sow
The messages that we hear is not in the words
But in the breath before the sound
The anticipating that keeps us waiting before the noun
Before the verb
Before the predicate makes us too nervous to respond
And we live in the mentality that if the conductor is gone
The band still plays on
And the American Nightmare formerly the American Dream
That paints the world in red
And focuses on the green
That raises us to become greedy
Needy
And dependent
Is obsolete
As it plays on repeat with no sign of completion
Those sticks and stones have turned into weapons
And those words they said wouldn’t hurt was all deception
And no we try to scramble around and change the thinking
Or mask it as free expression or use it for media ratings
Debating over the consequences
Not addressing the problem
Wondering why society’s a mess
And the children are hostile
Is it possible that we are the catalyst
And while we fight across the water
That at home is where the battle is
But how can we handle this
If we continue to live like cattle
That is herded by statistics and politics
While the government keeps us branded
It’s time that we demanded the change we talk about
Fight for the truth
And refuse to be bought out
Shake the fear of chastisement
And the fear of shame
Baptize ourselves in change
And be reborn again
With new images of joy
Matted in peace
Framed in a sense of community
Hung with a release
To be viewed by the world
For everyone to see
The image of themselves