The Truth I Speak

Spoken Word

Who are you to speak for me?

Perched high upon that hill,       

Using capital to foot the bill - while you fill,

                                                Your belly full of greed.

And The King scoffs “How dare they try and talk to me!"

               

                 So I beg,              

I borrow -steal,

                                      Dive through dumpsters for a meal,

                                                   Knowing it means my fate's been sealed-

Clawing on the outside, trying to get in.

 

But the poor, they don’t get no second chances,

          Unless the rich offer up second glances- And then,

                    You better dance,

                                           Just like a puppet, when they pull your strings.

Remember though, it’s never the person talking that you’ll see.

 

Of course, if I start to chant this-

                    Loudly to the masses,

                                  They'll scream "shun the madness!"

                                         And bind - and blind - the people trying to see.

So, No...

No you don’t get to speak for me.

Because I,

                  I’ve been ripped from the promise land,

                       Carried the sick and crippled when society ran,

                             Forever struggled uphill against the weight of demand

While you,

You just shut your eyes able to dream.

Not burdened by your own Regime.

And I -

Who is strong not meek,

Forced from refuge, desperate to keep-

My life and loves far beyond harms reach

In spite of your hand clutching on, determined to drag me down.

 

But then-

                You are deafened to that sound.

So,

              For the cries, the screams, the moaning pain.

    For times too hard, placing undue strain-

Unwavering, I will fight to claim-A breath,

          And offer to all a sweet release…

               That, without money in this world - You have no peace.

 

So Now,

Now you’ll see-

Why you don’t get to speak for me.

                  Because once ripped from that promise land,

                  Gutted and then forced to stand - and move on

                  Indebted to pay a fee.

             You realize the cost In that brand of free.