Oct 2012
I haven’t been in this world very long
Not much makes sense to me
Priests thieving from the hungry to get closer to god
Building temples in honor when others require shelter
My opinion is never heard, my voice too mellow
On two knees, I beg God for a voice like his
He presents me with pen
They will hear me
Through ink
Not much makes sense to me
Priests thieving from the hungry to get closer to god
Building temples in honor when others require shelter
My opinion is never heard, my voice too mellow
On two knees, I beg God for a voice like his
He presents me with pen
They will hear me
Through ink
I challenged myself to write a poem for anyone and everyone of my friends that retweeted a tweet on my twitter. This is one of them.
