We, the painters…
By: Prosperus Mesches
Tags: Poetry, Changemaker, Love, Hope, Inspiration

let us indulge in a gulp, from the well of human’s poetry

where wishes reach the blood of dreams ’n’ soak where our souls can feed

here we toast our fat-waisted goblets of knowledge ’n’ cheers to our glory

as we’re covered in ornaments that pin down our historical story

the importance to perceive reality’s palace places value on our vision

where precision strips complex fabric down to one simple decision

education or creation, same game, same collision

same taming of marginalized gain or are we painting our premonition

it’s within our pain where we breed change, let’s fight ’n’ unite on the page

no matter what race, class, sex, or abstract, in ink we’re all the same

we can blame colonization, point fingers for more dialogue

get caught up in rumbling fiascos that’s got facts fucked ’n’ fogged

yeah, we got raw scars, sins for days, ’n’ an undeniable beauty

numb ’n’ drugged up entertainment sluts that includes you

and

me.

but here at this stage of calamity, catastrophe, ’n’ chaos

we awaken from this drunk haze ’n’ shape our future’s fate…

we’ve been here before, on the brink of rebirth, re-earning our existence

cyclical orbits of the same lessons, teaching us persistence

systems seem to seep in our veins, sneak in the shameful shallows

as we allow the media cloud, to devour our fellow fools

sure, we can scream victim, bark back at the diluted madness

or sit back, laugh at it all, ’n’ accept whatever comes at us

cuz it’s an endless stream of society’s streaking attempt to grab a grip

on understanding the desire to command the masses’ panicking fits

we live in a realm of rules that we can shatter with one thought

but we’ve all just got caught up in the political drama that’s left us all shocked

promises are not for the wise, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try

to ignite the fire that lives in our minds ’n’ come out the other side

this is simply a reminder, as we face our new zenith

we’re all in this together, whether you got a vagina or a …

we’ve seen this over centuries, beat demons with pens that bleed

eaten evil with jagged teeth splattered into art’s masterpiece

so we can believe in darkness, ’n’ we can heal with light

’n’ as long as we are open to the poetic notions we write

we can fight along, side-by-side, by creating a new education

by first nursing our earned worth, ’n’ putting that SHIT ON THE PAGE

our shared space echoing love, our temple to marinade

soaked in our potent voices boasting the choice for better days

comes in massive waves, that now takes us into the truth

challenges to salvage humanistic values is how we now pursue

choosing to improve the proof that our hearts can lead the way

makes us face ourselves in ways that forces us to change

no need to be scared, for we know ourselves quite well

we’ve intentionally put us in this place to make sure together we swell

with passion,

commitment,

responsibility,

’n’ Love

’n’ a mutual understanding of where education comes from

we’ve already begun on this odyssey, we’ve created our own stage

remember that we are the change-makers,

the new painters of the horizon’s day…