And 2morrow

Today is filled with anger
fueled with hidden hate
scared of being outcast
afraid of common fate
Today is built on tragedies
which no one wants 2 face
nightmares 2 humanities
and morally disgraced
Tonight is filled with rage
violence in the air
children bred with ruthlessness
because no one at home cares
Tonight I lay my head down
but the pressure never stops
knawing at my sanity
content when I am dropped
But 2morrow I c change
a chance 2 build a new
Built on spirit intent of Heart
and ideals
based on truth
and tomorrow I wake with second wind
and strong because of pride
2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my
dream alive

by Tupac Shakur

Comments (4)

I agree. An amazing piece of art takes on a powerful life of it's own and is very moving. Thanks for sharing Sandra.
There is immortality to the true art that is called poetry! “There is nothing really Like true Art! ”…Your little poem enchants Keats rhymes reflected in “Ode on a Grecian Urn”. You have expressed the truth …I liked your poem! !
As a painting is the voice of the artists eye, poetry is the voice of the poets heart as both are art, wonderful poem Sandra
Sandra, such a fine poem...10+++