Reality Poem by Frederick Francis

In a world where determination and a kind word
Are futile methods of rallying a herd.
But cut throats, fatal bullet wounds
And images of a grief stricken loved one
Have an overwhelming propensity for getting things done.

I will not submit to this cynical notion
Remember Columbus set sail on a flat ocean.
And the center of the universe the earth must occupy.
To speak out against this was a bold faced lie.
Through this we can see the truth is subjective.
The passing of time is a force that’s corrective.

Reality is only that which
You hold to be true at one time.
Do you know what this means?
It means the world can be mine.
It means that it’s never too late.
And I’ve done away with
That twisted wretch fate.

Success is no longer being best on the team.
It can be as simple as chasing a dream.
Good can trump evil with such towering conviction
That it can rid the world of its sinister addiction.
Our leaders won’t ever think “It’s to hard, why bother? ”
And a presidency will never be given as a gift from a father.
Judged by our acts of passion and depth of mind.
Not by the label that itches the base of our spine.

Things are not always as they appear
And the direction of your life
You have the ability to steer.
So take hold of the wheel
And drive where ever you please
Because in my reality
You’ll have the world on its knees.

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