I’m walking home and these streets are dirty
My mind keeps following these pieces
Pieces of rejection
Pieces lacking in validation
Of who it belongs to and whose is it’s chore.
Stop being so unjust.
this world was made for all of us.
But you see your mind is covered in stickers
Stickers of diception
Stickers of advertisement, of what people think you ought to know.
But what I know is how. How we got into this mess and how we can get out of it.
For yes it may be one piece of litter but it will be one creature’s life I will save with this;
this act of serving, of loving and learning.
At the end of this street I have collected all
I can handle
my hands are full, my mind is burning
with the need to stop this greed
to make more smaller achievements
To grow in my trust
that real change can happen
of a world I am proud of
of a nation that cares for one another
like a sister or a brother
this earth is our mother and we were born to love her.
Take care of our streets
so that our grandchildren will see
a better life, to feel free