Dry Bones

Staring down this barrel
Our silence breeds death
Speak up; speak out
Resurrect
Dry bones with potential of life
But we mime to an audience blind
(Pull the pin)
No concern for the lost of this world
We shut our mouths as we walk on by
Will you be the one to break the silence?
And not settle for positivity just to spare an offense
Do not hesitate to speak
Life is caged only by teeth
Do not hesitate to speak
Life is what this world needs
Four winds fill these sails and propel us down this sea
Give us the breath of life; give us words to speak
Death is equal to life when life is unmentioned
Point the barrel pull the trigger just like keeping your mouth shut
Resurrection; resurrection
Use your words, use your actions, use whatever it takes
We are ambassadors of life; boldly proclaim
It has been so much longer than 4 days, what are you waiting for?
You can already smell the flesh decomposing, what more motivation do you need?
Life starts at the tip of your teeth, like an ocean growing from your throat,
a hydrant to the seed, a water warrior with a
Plowshare sword commanding willows from concrete! Discover new ways of self
harm, cut yourself to the core, separate the goats from the sheep!
Your fear of man is a cop-out, it has nothing do with what you perceive others
to see. Your tongue is a rudder, but you lack
Passion for the sea. So what comes out is drought soaking moisture from dessert
air, hanging dry, your bones and the tome of life from which you refuse to
speak, becomes your condemning tomb. So I ask, «In whom do you believe?»
Come forth
No longer dry bones
Come forth
Breath of life fill these lungs
Come forth