Apathy

Too many times I reached, and reached, and reached for the sky above, only to realize the things I always wanted, the things I always thought of never were.

Looking into the starless dark its no wonder I didn’t see past the reflection of dead destinations. I always thought the anticipation would justify the manipulation. But false promises ended those aspirations

Traveling here and there I saw the head of the beast, endless tired faces and weary voices fallen to theirs knee’s sadly kissing its feet, worshipping feverishly, but not me.

You see for me, I witness the forgotten struggle and unknown sacrifice, I value the dry tears and the numb pain. My eyes bleed in hope for you my brother, my sister, my mother, my father, my fellow, my unidentified comrade, betrayed by generations of apathy, distracted by the methods of this society into thinking this is the only reality. Please!

We are living men, Lions led by sheep. But I’ve met a few, which gives me hope for them and for you. That the lions are waking up, more and more you’ll hear this tone until the current ways are overthrown. Capitalism, consumerism, militarism, and materialism...all ways to keep control over their system.

When an entire content nation can forget that children are dying with no hope of salvation in countries we only hear of rarely on these profit driven news stations, there is no need for a judge, the lack of consciousness means the lack of guiltiness, and that’s the message we must stress.

With no hesitation I’ll hold the limp body of a child who died of starvation, hold you down and make you feel his cold skin till you see it’s not an image on your screen. That this soul died not because there is a lack of food in the world, just that there is a lack of valued paper, money, in his country.

I know the roots of what I say create an emotion that’s making you say hey, I feel what that way, but what can I do, its not me who has control, its not my destination to lead the masses to revelation.

Well all I ask is that you be aware, and when you hear someone like me don’t be scared, because all I want to do is love love love, but I’m in a world of hate hate hate. So if me, or another that’s sincere asks for your ears gives blessings and demand that our intentions maintain your requisitions and the righteous objective...

We are all apathetic, too often feeling helpless and forget with no regret. So arise from the mental state of comatose, and be a voice for the eleven million children that will die this year worldwide before the age of five. Raise your fist for the fathers, the mothers, the brothers, the sisters, that held that child in their arms telling them baby this world is oh so cold, but honey don’t threat, God has saved your soul. And don’t forget you won’t ever be forgotten by me, no more pain my love, close your eyes, we’ll be together inevitably.

So raise your fists if you felt this, and if you do then we are looking for you, so look for us. The Day Night Project.