Scrolling for Answers

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Scrolling for an answer, but I get no reply.

Fear and pain may be winning the game.
Everybody wants to be right.
They sneer, they snarl, they keyboard fight.

So many hard questions.
Too little answers.
The internet beast is feeding its young.

I cry, I rage, I turn away.
But I can’t stop scrolling, scrolling .
Through the mire of conflict, and all the voices.

Scrolling for answers to all of our questions.
Scrolling, scrolling, inhaling the insanity of it all

Cut the ties, free yourself.
Be blind and deaf and dumb if it helps.
The answers are staring you in the face.

If we join hands, is it too late?

Something is very wrong here.
All is not floating to the surface.
We are lambs being led to our bloody ruin.

Hate Hate Lies Hate.
Fear Fury Rage Isolate.
Darkness hiding behind a human face.

So I scroll, I cry, I fear our fate.
Scrolling for answers, before it’s too late.

Time to Roar

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To the bullies, the people who abuse and terrify, and subjugate the ones who love them.

When your victims are down and broken; soundlessly cowering in the corner;

blood and tears staining their existence.

When your anger has run its course, and your red mist dissolved.

Do you feel cleansed? Do you feel powerful, and proud? Are you really sorry?

Will you ever stop?

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To the politicians, who lie and cheat, and trample on the dreams of the people,

When you reach your goal, when you make that dirty million,

When you betray the common man.

When you bury our heritage, and rape our lands of all their worth.

Will you feel good? Will you share your wealth with those it belongs to?

Can you look us in the eyes?

Can you say you did your best?

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To the men of religion. How unbending and loveless you are.

Blinded by ancient, unyielding words, from another time.

Judging us all from your bejeweled elevation.

Forgiving humanity in the name of God.

Do you feel Holy? Who gave you that right?

The right to tell us how to live, and how to love.

Was it God himself? What did he say?

No really – I’d like to know.

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To the Holy Warriors, who carry out atrocities in the name of their Gods.

Who flood the earth with innocent blood, young blood, the blood of their brothers.

Do you feel vindicated? Can you breathe, in the putridness of the air?

Is hate killing you slowly from the inside?

How do you KNOW you will be rewarded?

Is your blood of more value than ours?

Is selfishness a virtue to your God?

Is this love?

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To the man and woman on the street. The ones who look the other way.

The ones afraid to stand up and roar.

Roar against the eclipse of evil creeping in.

Against the liars, the rapists, the bullies, the murderers, the torturers;

the Thieves of the Light.

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We may be weak, we may be afraid.

But WE are many. And one by one, we can survive, we shall prevail.

If we can hold fast, learn to love more, and to forgive more.

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Just one act of kindness at a time,

Can make all the difference to our children’s future world.

It’s time to Fight with Love.

It’s Time to Roar.

Where Is The Love?

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They fight furiously for their beliefs,

Islam, Christian, Judaism and many others,

But I thought religion taught Love…

Where is the Love?

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When I was a child,

We were religious.

We read the bible.

It seemed to be all about fearing God,

Not about Love

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The more I see,

The more I hear,

The less I understand,

About the ones who Hate.

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If we want to survive,

and  if we want to live in peace,

in this beautiful world.

We must practise Love

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The more I see,

The more I hear,

the less I understand.

Where is the Love?

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I thought religion was about Love.

It’s not, it’s about the Ego of Man.

God, if he exists, doesn’t want this.

Hate only ever reaps Hate,

and violence and murder is the result of that Hate

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So I ask again,

To the People of Faith.

Because the more I see,

The more I hear,

The less I understand.

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Where is the Love?