Museca (Mus-aka)

Museca (Mus-aka)



            Fire, flames it makes no difference

they are all tools of mass destruction.



            Slit, is the throat of racism it is

broken open, racing cross country

spreading like wildfire.



            Music, it is our life, our freedom,

our way to live. Music is our control.

Without music our world, our lives,

would be a whirling monsoon of

boredom and lack.



            It changes the world. It

changes even the smallest of boy or the                        most awesomely lethargic of man.

Music can change one life, one soul, one being into a putrid bucket of black waste or an emerging lilly sparkling in the sunlight of the morning dew. It will come to you, it will find YOU.



            And he realizes that now, that the world is not closed off for all eternal life to see. He no longer recognizes hate and discontent, but no, now he sees music as it was meant to be, as happiness, as complete and utter silence. He realizes that now his journey has just begun.

            He has but one task he has to fix it.