The world needs you and I. My brother's take on the need to make it a better place
There is wickedness in the world
Not the wickedness in the minefield of syria
Not the wickedness in the kidnapper's den in Nigeria
Not the wickedness in the slaveyard in Libya.
Not the wickedness in Trump's Harmerica
It is the wickedness in you
It is the wickedness that makes you ignore the wailing of the widow
watching through the window
Waiting for help that will not come.
It is the wickedness that makes you
rejoice when people die on a broken bridge because you were not on it.
It is the wickedness
That helps you forget we are one people
And makes you rate others
With their religion, race,region , rank.
It it the wickedness that makes you oversleep
In a world that doesn't sleep.
"Who are you", You ask, "to accuse me of wickedness"?
I am Martin Luther
Who will nail a million reasons
To the wall of your heart
On how we cannot go on this way.
I am Martin Luther King Junior
Who will proclaim that dream of a new birth
To the shackled and dying soul.
I am Isaiah
Whom the spirit of the Lord
Has come upon to
Open the prison yard and
Comfort the crying
I am the prophet Mohammed
Who will lead the nation
From the idolatry of gold
To the true path of God.
I am Barack obama
Who is truly hopeful that
Yes, u can change.
I am Hammurabi
Born to teach humans
The right way to live
That they may stop hunting themselves.
I am Socrates
Born to make you question your motives
And examine your heart
Whether it be worthy of love.
I am Thoreau
Born live in the forest
That you may live in the city
And march to the beat
Of your inner genius.
I am the Wright Brothers
Born to put wings on your shoulders
And help u conquer the skies.
I am Fifi Adams
Calling forth to your spirit
To let the humanity in you
Stand up and proclaim itself.