Look into this mirror and tell me what do you hear what do you see?
Do you see my bloody wounds not inflicted by me?
Do you hear a motherless child’s cry searching for what it used to be?
Do you see my tears flooding the roads wishing to wash it all away?
Do you hear the thunder and see the lighting followed by the sound of lost souls asking you “why?
Or do you see the reflection of someone carelessly wondering down Fifth Avenue shopping for the next big thing?
Do you hear the motor of your $90 thousand dollar car while cursing down Santa Monica Boulevard?
Does the shimmering Light of your perfect diamond blinds you?
Tell me what do you see?
What do you hear?
What do you feel?
Written by someone that wants the US government to get out of Middle Easter Countries and any other country for that matter, to feed and educate our poor children, to stop creating a society were people of color are marginalized, to STOP protecting the rich and start empowering the poor. This was wr