Our world survives in open mass’ hands of shared trust.
It is life
In all forms
That matter
What matters
To us all.
Life matters
To us All.
Life is
What matters
After all.
All is all
We have to handle
In worlds of grieve.
Unnecessarily provoked
Grieve.
Who is good?
Who is wrong?
Who is who
To judge
Who is good
One
After All?
After
All
Is
All gone?
Not gone. Ever gone. Never gone.
There are people
Who will make
Use
Of people
And places.
And hearts…
And hearts,
After all.
People use people’s hearts,
And still,
Not all is gone.
People use people,
While keeping lots going on,
For People to still feel on.
When all that’s left
Is far away
From hearts of clean
Act…
When all that’s left
Is just
That act
Of war,
And acts
Of peace
Disguised with wrong doings
From people pretending
To care
For entire
Societies…
… When that is all
That is not gone…
… We are all gone, inside.
We are all thrown, outside
Into worlds of foreign
Force
Imposed
On us
To live a life
That is their’s,
Not our’s.
A life lived
In pockets’ of force
Imposed on us
To live a life
Of their own
In us.
We are too many more
Souls
Than lives of those
Who impose fate
Of convenience
To us all.
We are too many
More
To be let
Thrown
Away
Outside
Our own world,
Into pockets
Of craze control.
We are all too far
Much better and good
Inside
Than the few who throw
The world we want
Away
From us…
… into tight pockets
Of convenient lust.
Much better and good
Than those who make
The world small,
And kept
In pockets
To be ashamed of.
The world in pockets
Will not survive
For anyone
To enjoy
Life.
The world does not exist
Without the mass of us
Expressed outside
In joy, in peace,
In harmony, in love
And trust.
The mass of us,
Together,
Will change the world of pockets
Of lust.
The mass of us, together, must act.
Act.
To move from pockets, to trusting Mass;
To make the world last, for Mass. For the majority of All. Of Us.
and we change the world, in Mass.
hUmAn21.
A SOCIETY#21 SLOG.