People, we’ve got to come together.
Society is ill, and feeling under weather.
Even if no diamond formed from the pressure,
we can make a stone to stand on that can nothing weather. The foundation,

to make it sound, must be found to be arable,
as in the parables of the sower and the mustard seed. However,
even in America, it’s out of reach. We need
to break down like beats the boundaries between.

Some debate between hate being fact or fallacy,
but I’ve woken, opened up my eyes, and seen its actuality.
Hate based on race and nationality,
sex and gender, and class realities. Some of us

are sound asleep, see no boundaries,
but hate gays eight days out the week. And now we feed those jails
with government-funded crack tipping kilo scales.
Still women guard their purses from black and Latino males.


We justify our racism through blaming children
in poor white schools for our blank vision and failing system.
And the whole Palin-Clinton for women.
Palin pales in comparison. She was an embarrassment.

I’ve read Malcolm’s autobiography, Lani Guinier,
and “Why We Can’t Wait” for democracy here.
It’s been made properly clear that we’re not wholly whole,
and where we go from here really God only knows.

But the homonym shows another meaning of “hole,”
the kind that makes a chain strong. We need to be in that role.
We need to accept but get past our differences
to better the environment that we’re living in. Listen.

People, we’ve got to come together.
Society is ill, and feeling under weather.
Even if no diamond formed from the pressure,
we can make a stone to stand on that can nothing weather. We’ve got to come together.