#divisions
The eagles will pick on us, my child
while we nurture our soil,
they will confine us to the unwanted,
but you must rise, my child.
They will spill our blood and feast,
while we weep under the fog of the ceased.
Keep your head high my child,
before their curse falls upon you,
Our skies remain blurred,
but never stop clearing them my child
for the boiling spilled blood rages among us
for their cries were unvoiced.
Let the soil worms rise again to the surface,
and make their soils fertile again.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
What election has left us over the years, (divisions?)
Two and two doesn’t equal four any more in voting booths
Pulling the leveler, to cast ones votes doesn’t registered
Our candidates have already been chosen.
Our way of life is but a passing stain..(Permanent)
However, the flag of justice will wave either in mast
Or half-staff:
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
Time is water
An endless flooding tide
Which regulates our lives
It has no form
No shape
Beyond the ones that we give it
All are streams in a river
Which flows to a sea
When oceans dry
And weeks and months are gone
Time will carry on
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
there are
on earth
as in places unknown
two types of people:
one stands before the camera
and the other
stands behind;
but it is on record
that they both
must
surely
die.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC