A word, a melody, the days. 
In a world of empty fantasies, she lived without question. She thought of her luck on meeting the right man, living in the right house, raising her beautiful children. She guarded her Sundays to church, her mouth to healthy eats and her best to the ones she saw as equal. She praised the Name in every second, thought of guiding all around to the same path, and never took any no for an answer. All money could buy was on her hands. All was within range.
A man walked on her direction. Dark skin, dirty clothes, desperate and famished. He heard of the woman who had everything, helped everyone and lived by the Name. He approached her for help. “Some food”, he begged. She gazed away in excuses. Hopped in her car, left without bruises. The man cried in the absurd.
“How could one live by the Name and not help others?”, he thought. “How could I live empty?”, he wondered.
Little he knew that her emptiness was greater than his and that while his stomach remained empty, her soul was going in vain.
Little he knew that his soul full of poetry and marks of a tearing life had more compassion for others than the ones with the money at hand.
Little he knew that nothing of that mattered, and that the true grace was to live on clean consciousness, with endless acceptance.
The ignorance in the world makes my words little. Silence is all that is in my head. My heart mourns for the ones who need a hand. My soul craves for justice and understanding.
But today, and even if it’s short, our poetry becomes light and our ideals enough for a fight.
Screw the ones who look down on others
Screw the money you make on the sweat of your brothers
Screw the ignorant and the rich
Resist, my friend, I insist.
