Echochamber. - A COLORS SHOW

Lyrics: Mamadou Yattassaye Music: Mamadou Yattassaye Society of the spectacle — empathy caught in mayhem Longitude, latitude — it’s wayward how my heart sways Smudged roots, slow dance in the muddiness of growing pains Fixated on my father, paralyzed by the world’s flames The labor of a smile Questioning whether a pen can save the world or save myself I’m not doing enough of either Paralyzed by deceit Paralyzed by the irony Paralyzed by the greed Blurred truths — who’s the scapegoat? This poem feels obsolete Each dying empire, a reflection of overindulgence Eating away upon itself Confusing poison for nectar All these matrixes of numbers If you’ve got somebody near you Make sure you hug ’em We have an urge to fly away Oscillating between the sky and the mud I pray the earth replenishes kisses to the children of Gaza To the children of Mali To the children of children whose worth was stripped from their bodies Economics of “-isms,” seisms Surveillance from the nosebleed Meanwhile, I’m tryna hold on to the infinity of your smile I just pray you get well I just hope we get well Before our return