Art is an act of expression.
Reflections of passion on the X-axis of life,
No questions asked, no obligations given, liberty in a creative space, freedom of living.
Where race means a movement towards improvement of minds.
Together in grace, rather than a difference in the shade of brownbeige on your face.
Art does not lie.
It appears at its own pace in space and through music it decorates time.
Art allows expression under oppression, a means of clear communication, a platform of truth.
For I fear both grown and youth are confused by propagated and gated news on tv, magazines and social media stories.
As it has been used since the nineteen forties.
Art is a way to duck the radar, when the issue’s far from war.
Let them play it bar to bar, blog to blog, block to block, no pause, time costs, causes lives lost.
Gazan lives lost.
And art costs time while Palestine and its people can’t afford it.
Can I ask you for your help?
Set their message forth, take mine, make it yours and send it on.
Don’t take long before its gone wrong and we mourn over more barely born babies, before they form memories of where they once came from.
Don’t let these children turn into memories before they can make them.
Listen carefully, because someone needs to make the right choices when the governments won’t.
I want you to realize that you listen to voices that the world might never hear again.
To voices that may have been heard for the last time.
Voices last heard in hurt or sorrow and if not today they might tomorrow.
How do I stress your press won’t cover news from people oppressed?
They call it warfare, but this war far from fair.
Dare to call it a civilian war, are you aware that it doesnt mean mostly civilian screams from those who’re dying?
And you’re trying, trying so hard to call them all terrorists, but you’re in error, cause only if the missiles miss souls, do survivors truly know what terror is.