
To all the dead people walking
who have surrendered their freedom for a false sense of security
who have relinquished their identity
who are regimented to the point of self-incarceration
who are regimented to the point of being fearful of strangers
secluded, lonely and lost, wary of human touch
fragmented, robed of their soul, drained of their Spirit
buried under the weight of trademarks
Rise up people, love thy neighbor like yourself
breath in, breath out, the Spirit of Life
Rise up…