Original Poetry
by Kandice Thompson ~ Rainbow Tree
Reverend, High Priestess & Spiritual Healer
Each poem is copyrighted to Kandice and may not be
used without prior written permission from her.
Original Poetry
by Kandice Thompson ~ Rainbow Tree
Reverend, High Priestess & Spiritual Healer
Each poem is copyrighted to Kandice and may not be
used without prior written permission from her.
When Will We Rise?
When will be stop and see the reality.
Our hopes and dreams seem to have no conformity.
Lost in a world of allusive lies.
Never stopping to listen to the cries.
Hungry children, raped women, burning schools bombed yesterday.
Still we put ourselves far away.
Our true consciousness we refuse to see.
Blinded by religion, money, greed and wars that stretch across all the seas.
We kill for oil, land and lies of liberty.
Who will rise with me to fight for our very own democracy?
They feed us with lies about the other sides.
Driving fear into our everyday lives!
Brainwashed and led to the slaughter.
Mutilated bodies because of our modern government that wants to be seen as a martyr.
I scream for love in this world gone mad!
I just heard more was killed in Baghdad.
They taunt us from behind armed gates.
Seemingly faceless to their own human race.
We kill for oil, land and lies of liberty.
Who will rise with me to fight for our very own democracy?
We have become modern day slaves.
Over worked & under paid.
Just another number in this system.
A bloody dog tag from an illegitimate mission.
Talk of biochips and ultimate world submission.
Domination with no democracy is what they have in store for humanity.
Controlled eyes and limited minds so you never truly see.
We kill for oil, land and lies of liberty.
Who will rise with me to fight for our very own democracy?
History is our today.
Repeating it's self while soldiers and their family's pray.
Fear has escalated through manipulative events.
Allowing us to question or disregard our natural intent.
We keep quiet for fear of losing our so called rights.
Boundaries with swat teams and tear gas ready incase we fight.
We kill for oil, land and lies of liberty.
Who will rise with me to fight for our very own democracy?
© Kandice Thompson 08