The ignorant share their ignorance
Spreading it out like wild fire
The knowledgable strive in silence
As they are believed to be at the right stand

Who will dress them, who can correct them?
Those that know stay put while uninformed stray the public
Their words are so hot that they attract souls with magnets of deceit

They speak with influence even when they understand not what they speak
Those that know feel entitled and handle share for they are the books of consultation
Mother didnt let us die in straying as she picked a cain to every wrong her child did with the friends
There was so isolation for everyone was a victim of circumstance failing to watch your brothers back.

Now that the clouds are darker who will guide the lame thoughts and pride of the generation that is all knowing or perhaps whats the degree that makes up what is known by many

Now that i can eat from the bowl in person whats the need of my neighbor!
And whats their need when paper money can stand as my brother and witness

Their thoughts are enslaved with anger which may have arisen from the light of facts or from a bullied speech
As they raise their hopes they dull that of others
Their survival is struck from ******* those that surround them. Did you say jungle law. I thought i had you right.

What if i cant cry to mother, will God depart from my fights.

So i live a life of them amdong the living
The souls walk with Grace clothed in terror
Dear the fallen, its not peaceful back here, it was better there i would join you. I remember i know the way but still find comfort in sin.
They do sin for pleasure and sin to get glory
They sin for the sake of the tomorrow which we have have been waiting since creation
Maybe the lame are luck not to walk into sin, maybe the blind since they may wisk away from seeing sin

What if you can remind me to remember i didnt only come for glory over the soul of my maker.
They have judged and this lasts at death but we have lived by the star of Grace. You are not alone.

Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress