Oh, no one's at fault
Indifference shelters hope from growing full.
Sympathy chose to shun contention borne home.
What is it like to lose process?
Cadence shyly discarded in favor of confidence.
Why can't you make step?
When we linger in apathy exploiting acts soon arise.
Gather up proper prose.
Chase it down, let it go.
Overlooked status quo.
Pillars rise; statues fall, and they fall.
They will fall.
Brave few make drastic action, though some do.
If we could just gather our strength we would know.
This is our fault,
witness our willingness to doubt our heart.
Beauty unfolds guided by consensus.
Shared like the burden of beholding fate.
Patch it up, there's a hole
Many hands, easy work.
If it stopped, help let it go.
Heartened up, gain control.
Shifting the balance requires heavy weight.
We should know this is our fault,
witness our willingness to doubt our heart.
Beauty unfolds guided by consensus shared.
Feathers twisting away from their birds,
left drifting along with no purpose,
fanning the flames while the earth burns.
Contributing one ounce of weight on the scale weighing out our fate.
(Guided interference never slaughtered men nor cleansed a leper.)
Be sure as gravity tears down,
indifference will to meet the ground
and bury us under its wings
Wait it out and pray it holds?
(Oh, this is our fault)
The dam will break; send the floods.
Wash it clean with our blood.
What better time to be told?
(I know this is our fault)
Motion falls to you and yours.
Make a mark on the world.
