Sometimes I Think Poem by Keith Ricardo Williams

sometimes i think
we are being pushed in a planned direction
inching forward
then slowly drifting backwards

sometimes i think
that love is just
a four letter word
that cries of dying people
are never heard

sometimes i think
color of the skin means nothing
sometimes i think
nothing means something
twisted around to confuse
watch the deck of cards they use

sometimes i think
how happy we’d be
if we all stopped thinking
sometimes i think