All the power in one hand
The hand not of God but of a man, a fellow man
ultimate power is their aim
Rootless they are , destroy all in the way to get their went
Freedom of speech, freedom of press, freedom of assemble
All right and freedom in smokes, there are bugs that are crashed under they feet
the people have no say but to sit and suffer
They rule with an iron fist
holding on to power with all they have
whatever the cost, even of blood
if raised up against, they **** they torcher
Fear and persecution is their ultimate instrument
the populations dare not speak
for fear of death and endless pain
"rat and cockroaches" are the people under their feet
There is job is corruption, there are married to corruption
Rat they are to them in blackness of knowledge and hiding in holes
taking all their can and giving noting back .
Though the sun going up and down Revolutionary cloud hang in the sky ready to let down it rain
the people shall rise to rebel to be suppressed no more.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:58 PM UTC
I see my countryman still holding on to the pest
we look to blame of the jar full of gold which fell out of our hand
on the pest, on the men how came from the horizon
the men how opened our eyes
but not without the down hills, deep valleys and the dark part of them
We hold on to the things which drive us into the ground'
for we do not peck the from the shining ground but we still look to blame
whiles the wind of time blows which is more parlous than gold
whiles the wind blows and carry’s away the gold
A hunter enticing his whit bat have our country men enticed us whit sweet words and then stave us in the back 7x7x7 and besieged us in poverty
Putting us in sinking sand whit noting to hold on to.
To the further we must look and loss the burden which we hold on to.
Moving from the past is inevitable if we went to be on the other side where the sun is
reaching for the thing which are in front and living the thing which are in behind .
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
The tempter tempting me with temptations
My weak flash willth to give heed
but my willing spirit says, test not
M y body grow worry and tired
I went to fall and let go
but my willing spirit says move on
My body screams pain and pain and all pain
My body says let go soldier
but my willing spirit says pain is weakness living the body
My feet and arms grow worry from work
My weak flash says it alright to stop
But I can’t
My willing sprit will not let me
for the task is not finished
My body says rest and sleep
enjoy and consent not thy duties
But my eyes close not foe sleep or rest
For the willing in me says to me
the duty is not complete
nor the journey ended
All roads closed, all light out
I find not the way before my eyes
But my willing spirit sayth
there lays the way
For it is not the presences of a weak flesh
that will lead to failure
but rather the absences of a willing spirit
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC