Dream Small by Penn N. Teller Eyes creak open And bones complain Once we rise from slumber And stare at the rain An ant suffers With every raindrop Their kingdom will topple Yet their work never stops Whereas our houses Are not made of sand They weather this storm And will surely stand But the day is long And the world is unfair And your eyes are heavy Why even care? Ants smaller than you in size Whom we look down upon Will not look up to someone Whose zeal is all gone Only a

In Equality by Penn N. Teller Too many men Have drawn conclusions Taking mental note Of society’s exclusions Those excluded refrain From getting involved For the conversation Will surely devolve When will they Stop facing rejection In the midst Of society’s projections? Too many assume In bad faith Haunting the excluded Like wretched wraiths But their stance Stands no ground Except for sheep Societies build around Holding onto faith It will take To vanquish hate And never bre

The Wait, of the World, on our Shoulders The waiting game Cannot be willed by skill Nor by strategy, a tragedy For those who wait until The day their praises are sung The day the prize is won Is such a day as certain As the Moon after the Sun? Food for thought, yes Churning the cerebral cauldron Of a melting pot of men Who must shoulder this burden Some men stagnate And let Time burn But his clocks will tick And his hands will turn And they will learn They were mistaken When