Red flashing screams, tears held
In the shame rock of failure.
The head bone tied to our decisions,
A soldier forward marching to war—
Our own goals, seeking to be seen,
Yet craving invisibility.
I speak truth,
No difference shines between good and evil.
The white boasts of rewards—
Secrets hover as the morning dim;
When he leaves, we marvel at a scene
Like Klowns juggling twisted truths
Words we hold, air we breathe,
Defining our lives in whispers of deceit.
Do you sense it?
We dine on scraps left by rogues.
Sally Walker sits skeptically,
Not laughing where judgment drifts—
He lives by belief, his God a daily prayer.
Here it is, “YHWH” first—
Y’all better behave—
Compassion’s call in times of sorrow.
Guess what?
The kettle's dry,
And the waters of hope ebb away
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