Straight from the Pen

Straight from the Pen
By: Kurtis B. Newill

Perhaps
I’m a cunning linguist
The wrong ones are so well distinguished
The whole block is ready to start cocking
instead of pop locking and steady rocking
Slow cooking down at central booking
Even got freedom fighters looking the other way
Know the time seeks improvement
The street reeks of need for a movement
Shed light on hopeless situations
Unify all nations and tribes
Get together and spread good vibes
Every breath may be the last
Make a move and make it fast
Just look and see freedom is not free
When was it
Unity now and love does it
Desperation and degradation
to admiration in a nation on the verge of collapse
Perhaps it starts with you