Rage and respect
Love and contempt
My heart burns at all that was lost
My heart burns at all that was taken
Rise and triumph
Fall from grace
Those who fought
Those who died
Those who couldn’t say goodbye
My heart goes on
My blood boils over
They scammed
They cried
They lied
From the rage and the fire
From the storm’s sweet embrace
The tirade of my heart
It goes on
The men I knew
The women I met
They lived among the buildings
Never in
Not anymore
And the ones
The ones I only saw
The ones with the fancy cars
And the big houses
Who lied
And cried
They claimed this way for their own
They asked a dime a day
It was their way
But in the end
They go home
To their bigger lands
And nice families
The ask for help
They say they need
But they can not imagine
Not the real pain
They will never gain
Those stuck out in the rain
They know
They know the truths of this world
The ones we are too blind to see
They have ways
Ones we can not understand
Customs and places
Sacred like no other
For they live
Hoping to get their five a day
For them there is no other way
But those who have
And do not give
Who put on poor clothes
Who claim to be beggars
Who live their struggle for a day
Who claim they know the pain
But in the end
They are not the same
They know not real pain
They know not the ancient ways
For my rage goes unto them
For my respect goes to those who are real
Those whose nation has mistreated them
Whose people have failed them
A land devoid of hope for them
Lightning rakes the sky
They know to hide
Under awning
In alleys
But the recipients of rage
Where do they hide?
In their castles and palaces
Those who live a life often of shame
The real ones
The ones who must fight to live
Not the daddy’s boys
Not the fonts of wealth
But the survivors failed by their nation
The people who couldn’t control their fate
Who may have been born too late
Rage is the fire
Respect is the game
To burn the false prophets
To know when to bow
To put on your hat and say
“Today”
To believe
To live
To never give in
Do not fake who you are
You are real
They are fake
They will take and take
They will cry and cry
And we must pass them by
We must know that they are wrong
They aren’t real
But how do we tell the real from the unreal
When respect has been lost
And our ways forgot
Reflections 