Reflections

What comes out of me is poetry

thoughts have not been formed

Sadness, pain, hurt

Face in the dirt.

Brutality, destruction, devastation

Deeply cut

Powerless

Rights are stripped away

Today.

Freedom cries.

What did Sweden know?

Life as usual.

I will not be dictated to

I know what’s going on

Consequences

Controlled, manipulated, cajoled —

Listen to the truth inside

Don’t look out there for guidance.

Media sucks!

A person thinks they are doing right

And then they are decieved as well.

What the hell?

Believe yourself.

Know it inside.

Don’t take the ride.

Avoid the clamour.

Get it together.

Follow your heart.

Don’t be a part of the chaos around you.

Be still.

Listen!!!!