Sorting out....

Of what I write, of what i speak
Of what i Live and die...
is not something new or creative...
its been there for generations
gathering dust, dormant.
and each time we try to shake the dust off it rears its ugly hood to establish its permanence...
of what i speak is our opinion, our cooured view, of seeing only one sidedly,
of accepting the well chewed upon norms...
if we look at it in any other way than usual, then perhaps hope is alive...

do we question for our sakes,
just for the sake of truth,
rather than categorise and marginalise and in turn get categorised and marginalised...
Of what do we have this fear?
have we stopped being diplomatic and for a change taken a stand for something?
not because we are required to but because we see the truth being stamped upon everyday..
it brings tears to your eyes which are immediately smothered
any trace of empathy quickly dissolved into a mask of apathy...
why not remove the mask look at each other recognising the same expression in each face...

let us shed our dying skins and be born everyday looking at the world with new eyes...
not strive to be somebody but understand what we are...