Brother?

Brother,

This world in which we live is slipping through our fingers.

The men want their wars

The women want their make up

And The Children want their video games

There was a time where we all used to look at each other in the eyes.

Brother,

I have walked these streets in search for god.

I have found forged scriptures on the bookshelves of saints;

And his words inside of garbage cans

Under expired milk cartons

I have heard what the prophets said.

It seems to me when they start shouting they never shut up.

Brother,

All of my girlfriends

Have been raped by their boyfriends

And no one will get off of their cell phones,

To listen to them.

I heard my sisters crying for mercy,

tied to the back seat

Of the family friends car

As well as my brothers screaming at their Sunday school leaders;

Telling them to take their hands away from there.

Brother,

We are all so scared,

And we are too high on drugs to change anything

We walk to streets shit drunk and hope for the best

When will we learn to Sober up

And fight this?

Brother,

Nobody really wants to die

There are people with guns and knives and nuclear devices

And we are hiding in our houses with the curtains drawn

Brother, we are scared for what is to come

We want the world to be beautiful again

I saw it on the faces of my friends

Brother,

When will we be whole again?