 Souls Of No Nation Feel the fire’s flame cutting through our nights, its burning heat glowing in our eyes. Feel the teeth grinding, lungs heaving, knuckles cracking, slides racking… Fear’s vibrations colliding—dividing— and choosing sides. Stop. Turn away, relax your breath, and adjust your eyes… Can’t you see the face hidden in the shadow cast by its fired night? Can’t you see its narrowed eyes, the tight smile emanating from a twisted soul; the mind that’s taken Center while we burn at its poles; the eyes that know our fractured factions keep us weak, in conflict, unorganized and opposed? The identities we’ve been served keep us forever in chains, ensuring the blood we spill is spilt in vain… that change is only a slogan an old institution with a new name. We are not black nor white, we are not left nor right, we are neither American nor un-American: we stand as souls of no nation. We are people, we are lives— lives that have been distracted, disenfranchised, and confused. We are people whose attention and energies have been compromised. We are lives who have been divided by the rhetoric of a power that wishes to harvest our spirit, our vitality, to serve its interests. Join your fires, join your minds. See yourself in all who you are not… for you live within them, and they within you. We fight for freedom, not a flag; for Being, not for land. When this truth is felt, united we will stand. Not as numbers in a system— nor factions divided by city blocks— but as Beings, as lives, whose chance at a new future has been restored.  Join list. |
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