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40 Years Long

I could cry...
40 years
long...
a cursed song.
What a fight
40 years of night...
always missing the light.

Why Lord why?

We believe the lies
and never try.
In circles we go
there was no Jericho
only dry dessert land.
Thrist
nearly kill we!
It took a rock.
Still we were loud
and wrong
not strong
we did not believe the Big Man.

40 long years
even after the splitting sea
it took one generation
long...
before we see
touch the Promise Land.

The Log

The Log

Brothas
come to me
I trying to save you 
all in despair
 no hope in sight
you will not be spared.
the evil man do
catch up to you
now is hellfire brimstones!
But rest easy
I am here,
though great your mistakes
do not despair
I will preach
to give you a new day.

So he preached
he did beseech
each man to repent
at length.
But as he walked
one could not help
but see
The Brotha Man
was hinder that day
by the log in his eyes
but he could not see.

A Wisp of Steam

A Wisp of Steam

Slowly you rise
stretched thin
before their eyes
controlled by heat
moulded by fire.
Yet
you dear to defy
try to deny
your destiny.
Pride 
in your eyes
blind 
you do not see
the truth
you disappear
into thin air.

The Fruitless Life

The Fruitless Life

Down a dark desolate lane
devoid of colour
forever grey
to a railway where 
no one comes
except the tramps
who pick at decaying crumbs.
The fruitless life...

The streams dried up
drought has taken its toll
and what once was new
is now old
and you sit in the cold
youth half decayed.
The fruitless life...

First fruit no more
that blossoms sure,
for all has been swept away
all perish.
The fruitless life...