Look around you.
“What do you see that could possibly be good?”
In the police brutality
We see the degradation of morality.
Where we see victim blaming,
We don’t offender-shaming.
Between the riots and looting
We see murder, a shooting.
You ask me what I could see in the silver lining.
I know that things looks bleak,
That the human race looks nothing but weak,
That you don’t see an end
To this, that we can’t pretend
That this isn’t happening every day
We sit in our homes and pray
That this won’t happen to us,
Can’t happen to us,
Can’t be us.
Because they are not us.
It. couldn’t. be. us.
But we can’t sit back,
Watching it explode outside
As we try to hide
From the violence, the pain,
The pressure, the strain,
Because we are all a part of this world
You say is to fall apart,
But nothing’s going to change unless you start
Seeing this as an opportunity to improve
This place. You delude
Yourself into believing
There’s nothing you’d be achieving
If you stepped in.
I’ll tell you what this all means.
In the explosion of conflicting dreams
It all just seems
It’ll go on forever without a means
To an end.
But this is progress
That will not be suppressed,
We do something to fix this mess.
Peace and equality
can come only from defiance and insurgency.
Night must fall
and darkness will take all.
Fire will take hold
of the values of old.
But this silver lining?
It’s the belief in tomorrow’s sun shining,
In tomorrow’s phoenix rising,
The belief that the pickets
Are signs that we are sick of it
That we’ve had enough of this
That we’re ready to put a stop to this madness.
This is what I see in the silver lining.
And no, not “everything is awesome,”
But we are trying.