They Bleed for Thoughts

Can you see the heavy weight in my eyes, gravity like planets that keep moons in orbit. Sorrow for the sadness that hangs like pendulums from the corners of my worn cheeks. People are dying for causes, for freedoms, for ideals, because they're fed up with the way things are so they change them with their words, with their fists, with the bricks from their homes, and the flames from their own hearths. They bleed for thoughts, for the way things ought to be and amidst the greatest acts of violent atrocity the greatest acts of brotherhood and of humanity and of love are commited as well. We can see that established order is an illusion, a paradox, a false security put in place by people in power with money and the means to murder and scare. To see people re-wire there brains and their fists to change their reality is the most beautiful thing this world could ever witness, more beautiful than the sun, than the sea, than the moon, than a woman, than all of those things grouped into one thing more beautiful than beauty herself. I shed tears and tear my heart from my chest. I want to rest in the excitement and thrill that gives the masses the power to chill me to my core and uphold an idea that fundamentally alters how human beings live on this planet...