The second my feet tasted earth
I knew I was different,
As peoples’ eyes mirrored
My light bulb high in the sky
Difficult to miss, as it is
That which you call the sun.
I am not a puzzle
That many “claim” to be
No, For I am that
Which stores the puzzle.
Been clear since day one
That I’m not here
To kiss up to those in power,
But to make them aware
They are specks to who I serve,
I’m not here to endorse war
But to enlighten the walking dead
On humanity’s wrongs,
Those who move, but don’t live
Those who have eyes, but don’t see.
I’m not here to impress
But to tell the truth,
And with that out of the way,
Etch it in stone
That I won’t let petty squabbles
Be what jeopardizes a movement
That is, in the simplest form,
Beyond your understanding.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â MarcoHeisler