Below is an anonymous voice, a faceless frustration. I didn't write these words, I simply copied them here from someone who wanted to remain anonymous. These words are dead on the page, so read them aloud and make them your own!

we must begin expanding
until understanding of the underhanded
who abandon their fellow man for a dollar is reached,
and the stonewalls of economic seclusion are breached
in these united we stand
for oppression states where we squash all debates,
and breed our children into hate.
we need an instrument to unload the excrement
that's contributing to the detriment of our society
so we can tap a song-and-dance around the government
and breathe, yeah breathe, breathe our love into each
other's need instead of breeding greed and feeding
on the demon seed of the evil empire
because the entirety of everything is love unconditional
not the habitual betrayal of our brothers or the
ritual appraisal of one another.
but it's that love, yeah that love, that licks the
wounds and teaches tombs are merely rooms we assume
when we escape the rape of mother earth
and take some universal shape where the stakes aren't
so high and to die is meaningless.
so like rage we must raise our fists and resist the
mediocrity and hypocrisy and race at high velocity,
to discover the truth and uncover the eyes of the youth.
but i taste the waste in the sweat on my lips,
and the nausea sets in and the pains begin again
to send shockwaves down my spine
from the line "I gotta get mine," a rhyme i find all
too unkind with no transcendence in mind of crossing
the threshhold of time that binds us, confines us
in isolation from the oneness in our destiny, 'cause the
past we see keeps arresting me in the soothing illusion
but mind numbing confusion that separation is absolution.
the pollution starts after a child is born, and love is scorned
and the television comes on, rotting our brains and keeping
us tame while they're producing the same nuclear devils
they've shoved down our throats since the war turned
cold and they sold the freedom of old to uphold the evil they
fold over our eyes disguising lies while the going
rate to assimilate to the hate they propagate is the divine state of ignorance.
I want my voice to ride the tide of resistance
floating on an insistence of omnipresence of unity.
I want my words to set the sun on apathy.
I want my rhyme to cut like a knife through the mediocrity in the American dream.
I want every line to lodge itself in the collective heart of the masses
so that they can't swallow another drop of hate.