Hacked off ancients’ crowned heads
the basilica now humming
sacred whispers below
a hip hop rhythm animates
restless adults
j’suis pas charlie
pas que les mômes
no meaning no purpose
skin burns with underlying need
social security not enough
to pacify a hungry soul
if words were to flow like blood
restore high water
a conversation could happen
outside of mind
temples of reason aside
every heart counts
each culture speaks
linguistics of soul and spirit
can we talk?
grow together
use our words
express our depth
need to belong
yearn of heart
with no voice
but brutality to break through the level of mind
back to the sacred fire of heart and soul
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