Two Thousand One Five

It’s 2015. That’s 20 x 15 equal 300, k. That’s KKK in the USA. That’s Us and the Alpha, but the Beta better be change. That’s a Delta shift that we can create. There’s no excuse for this stratocrate. That’s another word for police state. That’s another way of laying prostrate to the guns and the laws that were created by hate. That’s the type of thing can easily frustrate. Make us stagnate. That’s cuz we’re afraid. It’s 2015. That’s 2 and 1 and 5 equal 8, son. That’s infinity on a rotation. That’s us lost in the endless mutation. That’s a call for self amputation. For cutting off bad circulation, the starvation, in this nation, of compassion. That’s our situation. And we ration our passion til it lashes out crashing and smashing. That’s desperation. That’s selfish preservation. Keep the self sealed up from all inspiration. That’s breathing in and oxidation. That’s molecular homogenization. That’s human declination. It’s 2015. That’s 20 + 15 equal 35. In twenty years will you be alive? Can you measure the steps til you arrive? No, we can’t walk, too slow, we must drive. Set aside our differences, hitch a ride. That’s the great Unite. That’s the righteous fight. That’s the plight of the white, black, brown, all types. That’s the sound bite. And we kiss our enemies and we bow to the light. And we pray that the people sleep safely at night. That’s a love for the future that’s fit for our kind. That is what is two thousand one five.