The World’s Oceans.. Poetry from Virginia Joseph

 

World’s oceans are no less than what your lungs deserve

 

I’ve heard that the bombs you drop contain thousands of tonnes of olive branches.

I’ve heard that your bullets tickle them into oblivion.

I’ve heard that your hazardous chemicals give the skin a healthy glow.

I’ve heard that your acts of sanity enrich the soil so crops can grow.

The world’s oceans are no less than what your lungs deserve

I’ve seen nations destroy themselves from within.

I’ve seen inaction be the course of action because there are no resources to profit from.

I’ve seen the people dumbed-down, tuned-out and only living for the moment; pacified, inebriated and indecisive.

I’ve seen the rebuke meted out by the clapping, booing masses, when voices have had the courage to challenge the status quo.

The world’s oceans are no less than what your lungs deserve

I’ve felt the pain of knowing people who were brutalized by the police, white hot anger forcing its way out of my eyes.

I’ve felt the loneliness of thinking I am one of a few.

I’ve felt the despair of knowing that what you are saying is neither new nor true, but will affect what many will think and do.

I felt the rise in anger when you decide to attack, and I get pissed off that you are perplexed when in response we fight back.

I’ve felt the weight if the world on my shoulders, all the tears, all the death, all the fear, all the anguish. Asking myself, what in the world am I striving for?

I’ve felt revolution force its way through the stagnant air, inundating the atmosphere and this time you will not suppress it.

Submerged in the ice cold depths, it will take a while for you to hit the ocean floor. May your souls and hearts of ice, burn a dark, cruel light that will never be seen in brightest day or darkest night. May your minds be filled with visions of what your cruelty did to others before the water wholly consumes and destroys you.

Because the world’s oceans are no less than what your lungs deserve!

 

 

 

 

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Lana Bell

Lana Bell

Author / Poetry Editor at I Am Hip-Hop
Lana Bell, is an eighteen year old Londoner who is based in Bristol. She is an emerging Spoken Word Artist, and the Poetry Editor for I Am Hip-Hop Magazine. She has been writing for a decade; though she has only been performing on from the age of fifteen. She got into Hip-Hop music at fourteen, and she found a massive interest in Old Skl Sounds and the outlet that Hip-Hop music offered her.

About Lana Bell

Lana Bell
Lana Bell, is an eighteen year old Londoner who is based in Bristol. She is an emerging Spoken Word Artist, and the Poetry Editor for I Am Hip-Hop Magazine. She has been writing for a decade; though she has only been performing on from the age of fifteen. She got into Hip-Hop music at fourteen, and she found a massive interest in Old Skl Sounds and the outlet that Hip-Hop music offered her.

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