Speaking Statistics

Let’s draw it

trace the lines of

faces come undone

mix their visages

with rhyme

and time

to define

our dire

situation

in this

me-aification

all the same

world-nation

where voices

outside the dream

beg to live in

peace

but instead

are left for dead

at

defamation

fist filled inflamation

1 out of 4

intimidations

at the end  of  soles

black and blue

with the residue

of hate.

and every day

I think this

this has got to stop

how do we make it

stop

what words

will trace the lines

of the faces undone

so they are not

forgotten

what spit can be spun

what fist thrown unrung

will change

this….

and bring us back

to prismic solutions

absolutions of

fear

to a place where

9 out of 10 becomes

0 out of 10

and

160 thousand

don’t have to

stay in

where 2 to 9 times

more likely to die

becomes 10 times more

likely to stand up and fly

likely to stand up and fly

where 13 million hurting

becomes 13 million healing

and 25% giving less than 5%

turns into 100% of doing something

where every 7 minutes

turns from 7 mintues of tears

to 7 minutes of hear

ing something other than

the sound of another

kid being bulled

seriously…

are you following me?

this is not some

backyard do it yourself

statistics

this is unfortunately

very realistic

so

let’s draw it

trace the lines of

faces undone by

the unheard crys

and the

oppression of lies

mix their visages

with rhyme

and time

to define

our dire

situation

so the next generation

doesn’t have to.

All these questions

All these questions

all these silly questions

who are you and

why am I?

Do I get any answers

in this merriland

merrigo round?

when the

the sound of your breathing

is the only thing making sense

through this red shoe wearing

rainbow eating lense

of love wanting

world

where the only thing hiding

is the dreams of my youth

and the addiction

to the belief in you.

And you asked…

where are we going…

where are we going…

to

which I

answered

All these questions!

All these silly questions

who are you and

why am I?

Do I get any answers

in this merriland

merrigo round?

where

The sound of your walking

is the only thing that makes sense

in this Alice world of wonder

raincoat sheding

digital digesting compass

of where we are heading

wrong direction world

keep leading me

down the stoney path

of my old age

where my hand is

laying cold

in the dream of you.

And you asked me

when will we be leaving?

All these questions!

All these silly questions

who are you… and why am I?

Where are we going…

what are we doing…

when will we get back…

why are we here

and can we change it?

are we ever going to get through

this dreamlike moment of

forever?

Will we ever keep the boots

from closed eyes

of innocense and

the condemed visages

of those who turn away?

will we… will we

ever answer

these questions

these silly questions…

and you asked me…