Love (the poem)

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Love (the poem) by Brianna Muthomi

Love, something Mac Miller has said so many times. Where’s the love? Where has it gone?

It took off,

 Far enough from where a young man is a trained weapon, something making you scream ”RUNNNN.”

Seeing little kids getting sent up above

Nothing but bloodied arrows giving these poor bodies worse than a shove.

If a boy’s a gun like Tyler said, why are so many guns pointed and firing?

Loaded and overfilled to the point you see bodies being exploded?

Hospitals bombed and blue-bagged bodies left in the sorrowful sun,

This country is expiring…

But if it were your own people, what would you have done?

You can’t load a gun without a hand that fires it.

 The hand is just the mind's way 

of communicating how it desires it. 

Where are the people who set fires to themselves 

and tires and sh*t?!

Nobody truly, and I mean no one,

No one’s no longer passionate.

This world no longer has love, not even enough to be spared by the sign of a dove. 

We all need love. Nas said it best, one love.

Why turn a cold shoulder, give a blind eye, or even 

Wait for your favorite celebrity to release a statement instead of a product from fenty

And when will you start to hear these childrens’ loud cries?

Free the souls and spirits of these bloodied countries.

Palestine. Congo. Tigray. 

And many more a plenty.

Don’t tune your beautiful minds out of such gut wrenching things

Your minds are the tweezers that delicately pry open the oyster of a world this is

Please realize,

The pearls are these beautiful, suffering people.

Save this world while you can before it dies from the ominous actions setting a flame to the weeping that never dries

And then it’s too late to see this blessing in the ways it beautifully thrives. 

Pac may be dead but he knew you can’t believe what your ears will make you deceive

Please realize the real lies and 

Use your Real eyes.