What Next?

[Onyx]

What Next?

 

By Onyx

 

Crass, it has become.

Crass is your word.

Because you have witnessed the crassiness of this govern'r

Doing violations of where it ought never to be violated;

Pink tears courses through the river,

Yea,

oh yea, he has violated your rights indeed!

Go and extinguish your outdated rhetoric, bigot,

Go do so

And leave us all in peace.

Go away, allow us to marry, adopt, leave a will and love

In Peace.

In Peace, tis all we want to ask for.

 

Tomorrow when we love, let us love,

Tomorrow when we have not loved, let us love.

 

The tree grows, the bees forage,

The tree matures, the bees births.

The baby wails, the mother comforts,

The teen sulks, the father accepts.

The adult works, the children plays,

The elder rests, the adults drinks.

The city never sleeps, the village sleeps,

The village meanders, the city runs.

The building is built anew, the ruins are watching,

The ruins stands, the building collapses.

The sun rises with the sparkling sea,

The sun sets with the dimming sea,

But we will alway be here, there and everywhere.

 

Tomorrow when we love, let us love,

Tomorrow when we have not loved, let us love.

 

The boys sneers, we are supposed to hide.

We are supposed to cower while they hit us.

But let me tell you,

It ain't so.

IT AIN'T SO.

History is made of defiance,

Defiance creates ruins of bad things.

History is also made of constants,

Constants are love and truth.

And if they hit you, if they call you names,

Kiss your true love and stand up.

Trust in yourself, let the multitudes sneer

And in the end, you will win.

The right things endures, the wrong things disappears,

Like ancient ruins will stand and the bee will die after stinging you.

 

Tomorrow when we love, let us love,

Tomorrow when we have not loved, let us love.

 

Out of the crumbling building, you venture out into

the astonishing new dawn wholly unexpected.

You rub your eyes, now you must face it.

What next, what next?

For now, you embrace your love,

Whether it be her or him or both.

The bees fly, the ruins resplendent,

The baby and her mother, the teen and his father.

The flower buds, the tree majestic

What next, what next?

The gurgling of the almighty sea of which your

love is a drop.

Let there be love.