“Through The Cracks”
These walls won’t tell of ancients spills
When words would land by ink and quill
There are no words that can freely escape
The Land of the stolen that was built on hate
Where might the truth find it’s home
It’s not allowed so it travels to it’s fate
A sweet welcome to the air they hate
Where the bigots criticize and debate
Yet truth knows no bounds and speaks for others
When their air is stricken a poet takes to the stage
It is time for artists to unite under the present plight
And so with words we fight…
Through the cracks
We can’t stand by and wait for another time
They have taken our pride
We can’t remain silent as they die
History repeats itself with the same old lie
As those unaffected turn their eye
The legacy of the comfortable and complacent
Who never wondered why
Through the cracks
The spirit of the nation unravels and speaks as soft as the wind
Greed it’s oldest ugliest sin
So they pray today
And not for you but for themselves as the story unfolds
With it a new chance for justice and peace
The same reason they dragged innocent men through the streets
I am not free but for a moment I will let my words speak
Hatred is what is hiding in the belly of the beast
Through the cracks
I love and it’s all that’s left to exude
To heal my broken land from apologies past due
A gentle weep for what once was true
A tap on the shoulder of the forgotten to remind you
Through the cracks
I fight not with my hands this time
I let words echo on for you to fill
The poison finds its way out through this paradigm
As hypocrites sit in pews divine
Through the cracks
My hope is a wish and my final refrain
That sound in your ear and the pain from your shame
Make way of it’s exit and let go of the blame
Their child is your child: Your child is the same...
