I saw the color of the clouds when blood rained from the heavens to the sea
u speak of the Lord yet dismiss the least of the weak
Believe when I say it is me you ignore
cursed be the ground beneath your feet
for whatsoever is sewn for this soil, you see
so shall it be reaped by those dwelling on the opposite end
do u know what it is to look deep within?
close your eyes and feel the gaze of the sun
the blood in your veins, do you hear?
the voices,
listen as they shout
"I cry, pray & sing...yet nobody knows."
if only you would listen,
perhaps. you would hear and know
that ours began
not with birth
but at the advent of the dust
taken from the earth, animated by the words
LET THERE BE
but no
you fear the dead
the conquered keep your attention
while your freedom has long been bought...
with the blood of the one to whom the earth cries out
WILL YOU NOT SEE
if you knew your brother. you would know his pain.
water the soil, yet u neglect your sister
Mister,
may I remind you that both nurture the fruit,
bearing seed that is VICTOR
in triumph our story began,
to triumph so shall it return
neglect not those who walk and weep,
across, under, against & around
do not allow the eye to dry
for a cocoon is more than a place to die
live not by bread, but of the word
Lord bring I peace, but first a sword.
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