Swimming

Life is like swimming, and people are stuck.

They're treading the waters, relying on luck.

They aren't joining forces, they aren't looking for land.

It's one against one, there's no brave in command.

All of us entitled to opinions and a voice, but forgetting

Entirely, about the education and choice

All of us louder than ever before, but forgetting to listen

Drifts us further from shore.

Twice as many ears as people, thrice as many eyes.

Bellies grow and bloat, and gorge and we still eat up new lies.

How the world runs on money,

we must work to remain free.

So we work, and work

With bleeding heart, and cauterize with greed.

If only we could stop, and see the struggles of our neighbour

We could help each other taste, again

The fruits of all our labour.

Now we look to stronger youth, seeded deep within our wreckage

They grew a skin as tough as nails, to survive in the world they salvage.

A younger boy still, not too broken to dream

His eyes still clean from media feed

He watches the water, crossing on boat

The waves beneath him, help him float.