Today...

Today…

Smiling is a rare sight

In a world where the sun is not so bright

And yet

I am expected to

Follow an apparatus of mediocrity

As I listen to the "promises of democracy:

& live the Dream of America.

I walk upon the sidewalks of "time"

Where there was once a "solid rock of brotherhood."

And they were the ones who made this

Life possible, they the revolutionaries.

Blood, sweat, and tears have gone

Into these sidewalks of "time"

But no one stops to appreciate

Or see that.

Instead,

We continue on our walk to work,

Or home, or wherever we are going

Without even glancing at the "time

And we then huddle in our

Cubicles of weakness & comfort.