Open Your Eyes and Stand Still

Our childrens role models are rolling stones
Who tumble out of control
Until they reach rock bottom
In a land(fill)ed with wasted human remains
Like. broken hearts, wasted dreams and souls unrummaged
TIC TOC
Is the sound of our love for life running out
And our children are looking for US
As we run about
Grown men and women wildin out
Our children are CRYING OUT
While playing hide and seek games with bullies and gun rays
We sit in our fancy cars and lose consciousness
Behind tented shades.


Fresh and electric poetry that will take your mind on a trip, nourish your soul and make you want to start a revolution.