Pens and Coffee

So what would you say

If I could grant your wish

And what about if I were to say

I eat, yet not before passing my dish

Think, what would happen if on this day

If it were love not hatred I were to dish

Out to the world, to those around me

From ocean to sea

From desert to lake

For humanities’ sake

Would you laugh at racism and prejudice

While I tell jokes written in blood

Scribed in the filling of my wrist

Poured out on parchment held in hand

Mattering not for theirs’ bleeds into the land

And as I walk the beaches of rouge sand

Would you lay out your soft beach towels

Would you ignore the pain-filled howls

As others drowned just off the red coast

Words are a sickness, a parasite, a ghost

An illness for which your body plays host

If I were to derive a medicine, a vaccine

Could you resist the hate fueled machine

If there were a cure to discover

Would you allow the unearthing

Allow it to be uncovered

Fall asleep, and see your dreams

A world without child screams

A world with loves bursting seams

A place where hate, the only curse word

A place where war, is truly unheard

What would you say

If I brought you to the day

Light without posing a fight

Would you have to live in fright

What about if I told you

To wake up

To grow up

To man up

To shut up

To scream, laugh, and cry

To die

What would you do

Would hide

Well I’ll stand by their side

While they are killed in genocide

The different driven to suicide

While the damned stand with pride

The weak tripped whilst in stride

While the media grinned and lied

The reason unknown why they died

To everyone a mystery

Excluding you and me

Does anybody know

What they could be

Who they could have been

The things they could have seen

The things they could have done

The songs they could have sung

The words they could have lived and said

Mattering not for they are fallen and dead

If I were to ask you reluctantly

Would you answer me honestly

If given an oil lamp with a genie

Wish for others or,

On yourself would you waste all three

Not even one could you save

Even with a gift to you I gave

No

Because you’re hungry

And you love your hatred

Because racism is funny

And their blood is dead

Because you’re not a life guard

And you aren’t afraid of ghosts

Because shots are too hard

And digging you hate the most

Because your dreams are nightmares

And war is a necessity

Because day light, simply, a rumor to bare

And a fight simply, physically, witty

Because you do not in stride

Take pride

In the genocide

The social suicide

From all those whom have died

Well forgive me if I lied

But what would you say

If I could grant your wish

As the bass line hits

It’s apparent I don’t need rhythm to rap

I don’t need shoes to step tap

I don’t even need hands to clap

I don’t need a lemon to taste sour

I can get drunk before happy hour

With dry lips, and a thirsty mouth

Because I can spread my wings

And head to the deep south

That among other things

Are what make me the kind of guy

To watch cartoons without getting high

Or hit on women without feeling shy

And if we are all going to die

Whether or not we yet know why,

Why sit on the sidelines

While others drive too fast

Collecting traffic fines

Or spend the time to pass

With those they call mine

And is it so insane to believe

Everything you’d like to achieve

Is merely two steps to the rear

As long as followed by three

Forward to persevere

So, if it’s not them or me

What is it that you fear

Think of an answer

If the answer was you

Think of a plan

A plan to go through

A plan for if your fear was you

Would you write a verse to be heard aloud

Would you tap your toe, chin up proud

Would you paint, sing, dance

Would you look at the boogie man

For more than a glance

Love into your heart would you press

Would you learn to clap

With the hands you don’t possess