If He Was You

Home | My Poems | Messages | Settings | SOLOMONSTORM | Logout Write / Explore / Search / About Write poetry and share poetry Previous - Next"If He was you..." Gently the wind blows ‘cross the faces Of nations and lands of indistinct races As the wind whips the flags, the crags of the arrogant faces And the elitist who wear these blindest disgraces The proud and the few, who publish what’s “true”, amid assumptions that flue And echo in caverns of morals and right, being so wrong, ‘tis so obviously true The patterns of fascists reflect in their you As they contrive to survive their destruction so due “We the people…” in order to form a more perfect union, do wander amid thoughts and imagines we meaningless wonder what to think, and, finding thoughts, we pause, ponder clause and make with logics sharp claws "we the people..." have thoughts, some not nice, some epicly so, in nature and submit them all to our hearts legislature if not just a seconds reflections of others having no application to me or my brothers then, to debate, or not, such is the right of those who would not blindly blight "We the people..." the heart is the judge, a debate may take place would i hurt, those i love, those who love, those who try would i harm those who mean well, those i never can tell, just in case would i fly, in formations with eagles, or contrive to lie with the hogs if the hogs would lie with me... and if i or even, i submit, if you would remember that "flue"? what is it? "would"? "wood"? "We the people..." flew. question: "who are, for all the money in the world... Shadrach, Meshack, and Abednego?" and, if you had a God, or if you do, what would He want, or, if He was you...