Tears
Lost soul
Perfectly situated on the Earth plane
And yet lost
Tears
Become
His flood
The life he was meant to live
And leave behind
The life
He left
The love
He had
For ALL
RECIPROCATED
NOT
BY THOSE HE NEEDED
TO SEE IT
THEY BEAT HIM TO THE
PUNCH
GREED
BROUGHT THEM TO HIS TABLE
AND WHEN HE
LEFT
THE TABLE
THEY ATE
EVEN GREATER
HIS FATHER
A NON-BELIEVER
FLIPPED HIS NOSE UP AT HIM
TO KEEP HIM IN HIS PLACE
AND WHEN
HIS BOY DIED
HE STILL LIVED
AND CASHED IN
ON HIS SON’S LIFE WORK
THAT HE HIMSELF SHUNNED
STUNNED
I AM
STUNNED
HOW PEOPLE
BECOME BEASTS
HOW HUMANITY
TREATS
IT’S BRIGHTEST
SONS
…
I TAKE THAT BACK
HUMANITY
IS NOT IN NONE
OF THEMN ONES
BEASTS THEY ARE
BEASTS OF GREED
BEASTS
THAT CREATE OUR BURDEN
THEY TURN POLITICS
INTO THEIR PLAYGROUND
THEY TURN
LOVE
INTO THEIR
P[OPSCICLE
THEY TURN
US INTO
THEM
AND THEY
LAUGH.
AT US
NOT WITH US
ABOUT OUR
FUTILITY
OUR STUPIDITY
OUR INSANE-NESS
INCOMPARABLE
TO THEIR NEED
THEIR GREED
TRUE ARTISTS LIVE
TO DIE
BECAUSE THIS LIFE
BECOMES THEIR LIE
AND WHEN THEY DIE
THAT’S WHEN THE
BEASTS
OF SOCIETY
CASH
THEM
IN.
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Jean-Michel Basquiat (December 22, 1960 – August 12, 1988) was an American artist.[1] His career in art began as a graffiti artist in New York City in the late 1970s, and in the 1980s produced Neo-expressionist painting. Basquiat died of a heroin overdose on August 12, 1988, at the age of 27.[2]
”SAMO as an end to to mindwash religion, nowhere politics and bogus philosophy.” ~Jean-Michel Basquiat