LITANY

Its so much easier to get up and walk away from a mess, whether you created it or not. Its harder to sit in it and clean it up. Most of the time, we take the easier route, myself included.

LITANY

There are a litany of things
That cloud my head and ease my mind
A litany of memories that ring aloud
When I close my eyes
How soon we forget our personal truths
History repeating
Are our minds aloof?
Babies raising infants
Low eduation and poverty
Is that not our proof?
So have this litany of things
That rings and sings our demise
We display the litany of things that kills our judgement
and clouds our minds.
Those with resouces
Seem too afraid or unwilling to share
And glare saying, "You can't force us"
So they move to better areas
And for a while they escape
But color runs like spilled paint
Until there are enough faces
That look like our faces
Now the new prestine place is
Not so prestine
Now you're off to the races.
But when the majority does the same
You scream racism.
I can appreciate a love/hate relationship for my people
Sometimes efforts to evoke change are feeble
But those who have the means must try
This situation isn't one to let sleeping dogs lie.