Symphony of Cries

Scrolling through any social network, watching the news, reading the many articles written about this world today often leaves me with sickness. Children, your future, my future, our future…THEIR FUTURE is being tarnished, cut short, and manipulated. It really hurt (for lack of better words) when I read about the abuse, neglect, malnutrition of children; who do not asked to be brought into this ball of atrocity we call a world. Today, I read that a 6 month old baby got shot 5 times in Chicago. My heart is  in mourning, R.I.P to Johnylah Watkins and to all the other fallen babies, children, teenagers, people around the world.


Symphony of Cries

Harmonize the crying children.

Turn their sobs of sorrow into

Melodies of hope and intuition.


Gather the chorus.

Line them up by the level desperation to be understood.


Conduct the songs of everlasting love and inspiration.


Someone call the symphony.

Tell them they’re late.

Tell them not to come.

We don’t need to add the sounds of pity, so leave the violin section out.



Bring out the Orchestra

Let the Saxophones, Guitars, Trumpets, and Drums beat out

the Lies & Mind control.


Visualize the music notes soaring into the sore hearts of the crying child inside

constantly asking, “why?”


The healing is remarkable, if my words fail the music of my creativity should speak.

And say to the Choir of Crying children that mistakes are inevitable.


This is dedicated to the children that cant understand the gospel.


They don’t understand who they are, or who they’re suppose to be.


This is dedicated to all the children who want to show themselves.

But the cities smog is too thick.


For these screaming children

I take off my sunglasses.

Extract the ink from my veins.

Subtract all positive vibes from my heart.

And with a lost voice, sing songs of purity and understanding.


For these screaming children

Id save every tear I shed in  water bottles because they are left with a thirst for knowledge.


For these screaming children

Id give away all my clothes, because this world was cold and they’re left outside bare.

Naked Truth.


For these screaming children

I will position my hands and we’ll all kneel for prayer.


Harmonize the crying children.

Turn the sobs of sorrow into

Melodies of love and meditation.

This music is restless yet peaceful.


Who is the conductor of this concert?


I have yet to answer this question

but if you find them…


Ask them to describe the difference between Hell, Earth, and Heaven.

Because us confused children, are screaming and crying, searching for the difference.




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