Forward thinkers always looking backwards.
Collecting all the news of yesterday
Using it to build their empires
Walls to keep some men out and others
Tucked behind safely in false dichotomies
What is this world where the thinkers close their minds
Make themselves scarce while the rest decay?
What is this world where the bravest of those are put down,
Shunned, or locked away?
When did we stop hearing the voices of angels,
Or trusting that our truth would guide us home?
When did we stop listening?
Though don’t despair, for while many throw bricks
At glass houses hoping for change,
There are those who seek to advance the light
While maintaining the shadows on themselves,
Who walk in utter darkness
So others may know the joy of love’s light on their faces
We may not think we know them,
Though we most likely do,
We simply don’t have eyes open yet to see
Though we can hear, for the blind are often more adept
At picking up the most minute of sounds
We can listen with our hearts,
Listen for the tender mourning of a world
Ready to go home