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Revolution (A Slam Poetry Video)







Whether on the polls or in the media or everything they say we claim and ya it kinda of hard to live in inside this world were if we breath in, ya know, just the wrong way than everything we do an say is is cast away, ya know, farther than tom hanks. And I gatta say it tanks that we live on storming banks instead of storming down the thanks, crankin up the wow show just exactly how bang POW! how astounding it is to be here that we can see clear the skies with new eyes and realize that what defies those expectations of un-cvil-ization can remedy a nation with a little imagination and some carefully watched intonation and this growing sensation that we care. That we’d rather be fare than right, we’d rather laugh than fight, we’d rather see crimson blooded brothers than different skinned others we'd rather stand as a human race than race for the finish line that just means you finished with the last line, but no one’s mind is changed, just a little hatred was exchanged.

 It’s time to step into a new age and exclaim ‘Man! I love you! Humanity! I'm one of you!" We're not so different! We see through different eyes but we can still see eye to eye and smile and walk together for a while. Find some common ground.

Ain't this earth shattering? No more battering rams or bullying scams. Just love. More than love. Respect. Leave out all the rest. Respecting each other as humans. As this one humanity. On this one planet. In this one universe. We’re all we have. We can't let things halve us like this. Without each other there is nothing. Divided we fall. Never standing tall, just crawling through the muck trying to build ourselves up on the broken backs of those we trapped into submission.

Is this really our mission?
Its not a competition
We are the only companions we have
So brother, Achi, el compañero, Ani, umfowethu, bhaee, Al-Sanou
All I have to say to you
is try.
For all of us, please, try.
And so will I.

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