Music Is The Breakthrough Poem by Bradley John Downs

try and do it yourself,
try and make it your own
you gotta do it yourself,
make it your own
something like a reconstruction of reality
i wanted a moral debate but the time wasnt called for
just the backlash of expectancy over a cliche
was all that came out of a situation that was laden
with social misdirection,
thats how houdini did it. Misdirection
but the sub thought cannot go on

reality check: the world is going under.
war is endless with fools ambitions.
flood comes after drought,
and a plauge infests the globe.
justice is unheard of in a nepotist sociey.
politicians! gimme a break.

terrorists and the freedom fighters,
rebels and military...
pawns, castles, knights, bishops, queens and the kings

the feudal system hasnt changed
it lies within the cracks of our social development
renamed with a hidden agenda my friend...
past generations left with less than nothing
mentally, physically, emotionally, characteristically
personally
[culture's what you cling to.]
[music is the break through]
complacency cant complain
with so many ideals to refrain from
the day is long gone
the green pastures have burned
with the common laws of man overidden
when it all fell down those that lived from the earth
could survive
the weak soon starved or were attacked by the plauge
and were left behind as masses scrambled
to distant lands where life promised hope
is was the only hope left for the future
but the same thing was happening everywhere
it was just how the world had become.

war broke out, civil wars, countrys,
a world war dawned, the day of the next era
the era of extinction
one that humanity will never forget or rid the scars
that show on the surface, life to death, point to purpose
...and barren landscapes...a ruin
that what we made this world!
the era of the apocalypse,
the certain charade of greed and pride
to only mention so little of the downfall, in that previous, little
piece, that i said, tryna explain a moral issue
that compromises life as we know it.

the era of sins
and divided conviction
nothing left to cling to
from prior infliction

music is the breakthrough
something you can see through
creative methods to symbolize ideas
so people visualise indepth frontiers
that wanna make you reach further ahead
dont look back my friend, ive already said
[culture's what you cling to.]
[music is the break through]