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What I Know

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By Muhammad IqbalPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
What I Know
Photo by Mahdi Bafande on Unsplash

-What I know-

I don't know much,

But I’m smart enough to feel stupid.

I know that I don't know.

I know pain,

I know rain,

I know happiness,

I know sunshine, and rainbows

and I know power

for I know the pen.

I know to be a writer is to be a voice to the voiceless,

but that doesn’t even make sense does it

why would I run to the paper if I had a voice of my own

I know we’re all confused...

I know the wise man is a fool who started to wonder.

I know the world is flawed and that humans were not made to fix it

I know politics is just gangbanging with suits on

And smiles are deadly weapons

I know tribalism is a just fancy word for group love and that’s human nature

and I know federalism is an upgraded way of divide and conquer

I know democracy is a sugar-coated popular demand

And that what’s popular isn’t always right

I know Socrates and Jesus both died for it

One out of spite and one out of love

I know deep down that the crucifixion was simply another form of democracy and I know that I was the only party that benefited from it:

The free Barabbas

i know death is the only experience a human can’t lie about

I know little

Forgive me for I may know wrong

but I know not having an opinion is better than validating stupidity

I know brave suicidal kings

I know rulers who killed colonizers

I know the people that fought with love

I know that the sword trumps a gun when the heart is the armor

I know Elders who ruled with effective democracy before anyone did

I know men who revolted injustice

I know my history

I know no tribes

I know no race

I know people

I know the devil is real

I know his favorite place to hang is on my left shoulder and in the tv screen

I know God exists

For I know my mother

I don’t know much

I may know wrong

I know that the universal language of the earth is business

and that money buys clothes but not warmth

I know greatness demands sacrifice and love sacrifices comfort

I know words are magic,

a book hexes the mind

I know conversations heal the world

I know some break the heart

I know the constant hunger of a human is superiority

and I am no different

I wish to know more

I don’t know much

I too am scared of the unknown

but I still know that not everything is explained

I know not to accept that

I apologize if I offend

I may have used up my free speech

I hope i won’t be charged for it,

'cause as you can tell I know little

forgive me,

for I may know wrong.

slam poetry

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