Halfhour
© Raul Cortes Jr. 9-20-19
Its 2:18am, at the start of this.
Peace reigns supreme, at the heart of this.
In a space serene, why there's no art in this.
Silence made to scream, that's a big part to this.
Under the sun, there's nothing new.
What once was, will be & what will be, once was something too.
They say that the system is broken & we need to fix it.
I say it's fixed to keep us broken, only a collective withdrawal will bleed & nix it.
Still I stand, minimal movement.
And still I stand on a lyrical hubris.
Humans are to be loved, not compete against.
I strive to be a peaceful soldier, wondering if the fleet is tense.
I am not outraged or caught off-guard.
Leveled up against the man in the mirror, both embraced & fought off hard.
2:48am, time to close this caption..
Created, rhyme & prose has landed.
©polo
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