A poem that uses themes current to the era that will hopefully resonate with readers. |
I am ticking, the beats of my heart tracking the countdown. My body is still as my insides swirl and ignite in preparation for the cataclysm of my soul. I am a time bomb, a land mine, a nuke dropped from the sky to wreak havoc on the hateful hearts and scornful souls. I am here to bring down chaos and anarchy upon their stifling and suppressive order. I will not let their actions nor words make me disconnected and harmless. Instead, with my love, I will shatter their concrete skin to bring out the open emotion hidden within. It might be censored and suppressed, but I know it is there, hidden in every heart, yearning and screaming to get out if it is not manifested by the one who possesses it. I am a terrorist, here to scare the suffering out of the masses. I will sacrifice myself with TNT of tenderness strapped to my skin. I declare a war on hatred, fought with weapons of massive passion, used to bring a burning light into the eyes of those who have blinded themselves to the beauty within the differences and undulations of our humanity. That is what brings us unity, the commonality of our diversity, not the similarity of our skin, our sex, or our spirituality. My soul is bursting with the desire to bring an end to the segregation, separation, and striking destruction of those who wish to only see those like themselves. They may try to disarm me, but my heart will never stop counting. Besides, it is too late. My time is up. I explode. My flesh flies out, soaring, reaching, touching those ignorant bystanders, hoping to penetrate their petrified hearts with my serene debris of affection. A mushroom cloud spreading out with the sweet smoke of sympathy erupts from my soul to contaminate the very breath of those dead to the glorious distinctions of our nation. My blood leaks out with radioactive empathy to mutate any person’s hating insides into the rare love of accepting those unlike us. My emotions emit a raging fire that burns the sorrow, sickness, and avarice of all, wishing that by its light we can finally see that we are all of one people, humans with spirits of such love, we do not realize the immense benevolent power we hold. Now, that this end has come, we will burn to the ground, our ashes the dust of the discrimination that we have shrugged off. After the fire, we will be reborn, phoenixes rising with flames of compassion from the ashes of prejudice. This is the war to end all wars, a battle fought, not with weapons, but with love and not to bring about dead innocents but thriving empathetic acceptance. This is the America I am a patriot for, not for the wars we fight nor the power we have, but for the freedoms we have and the many peoples we are. |