This is Your Place

We walk thru city streets torn with war

Where bullets have been married to the gods we adore

Our schools are no longer places where kids can be safe

But now serve as graves filled up by those breathing hate

The cries of mothers for sons swept off into war

And daughter’s now slaves forced to take off their clothes

Stand strong, for this is your place

Our souls cry for peace

Yet our wills can only see thru blood shaded lenses

The smell of death and rage fills our senses

Injustice surrounds and vengeance courses thru our veins

But we know to fight the fight with the same fight

By flexing our might in order to fright

Brings temporary pause but ultimately leads us away from the light

Stand strong, for this is your place

Where the hooker and dealer, the addict and drunk

Where the black man and white cop, the athlete and klutz

Where the dreamers and wannabees, the 6 figures and sluts

Where we meet in that place, face to face and we see

There is no difference between you and me,

For they is we and me is them, there is only one

There is only us

So, stand strong for this is your place

Right here in the middle where blood mixes with tears

When the cries in our hearts fill our deaf ears

We run and we know that this can no longer be

We stand and we fight but our weapon is not

What is used by those who aren’t free

We cannot stand by, we can no longer reciprocate

For when we hate hate with hate

We shall invoke the same fate

A stone heart and blind eyes that cannot see

That if there is no you

Then there is no me

Stand strong, for this is your place.

© Brian Jeansonne 2015