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James Riddle Mar 2013
peace at last have i seen
in a dream she came to me
She spoke to me so pure
staying up, long lonely nights
waiting to hear her voice
sweet music to my ears i say
please love hear my plight
first i fought for freedom
as i fought through pain
but now i fight for your love
and hope you do the same
though tragity struck
at an undecent time
i love her more than ever
i awake from this dream
and lay under the stars
upon my tank i look straight up
above me is the moon
its beauty bringing forth the memories
that i have yet to share with her
Slowly death is coming,
No appointed time to drop countless bodies.
Under the stars and the Moon,
Africa still need food for the starving tummies,
We still don't appreciate our truths,
Nor embrace our lives as we enroll in it.
The disperse of orders and rules,
Means nothing to scholars who live to learn but don't teach their studies.
Understand how the whirlpool moves,
Taking everything below and above, like nothing is worth it, like undecent pennies.
Criticism is a main review of fools,
Who despise good judgement and rebuke good forecomings.
Cancel out negativity from the mood,
Keep your mood positive and smooth like honey.
Stand firm in what you believe is true,
Eradicate false tongues and stand still in false panic.
World order have signs and cues,
Clues to see lies and take the truth out of it.

— The End —