Sparrow's Song
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Love be gone.
With wars, how do we live each day
To carry on?
With LAWS?
Remember what's wrong.
Is this the SONG we lift our
Voice to sing?
Hollering after the STING of
Careless ways
bled HALF OF HUMANITY.
WE EACH FIND OUR FATES.
How they fall short Of uncollected
GLORY that be.
There is the BREECH Of the sweet
Sound of REALITY.
A sparrow' s STORM, it has spawned
A FREEDOM SONG.
Know this: the conditions that follow
The wars, NO MORE BLUEST ROSE
GARDENS.
Only desolation and death RESUSCITATING
The anger the hatred, a powerful
Matrix
Registering in our minds, in our times.
SPHERES OF PAIN.
Wars FOUGHT to gain, what?
It's strange left alone with pain
To grieve.
Pleading cases no more CAUSES for wars is
The only WAY OUT
OF this craze
Out of this MAZE
THIS BREECH in Faith.
TIME holds the KEYS TO PEACE.
WARS AND WARS
SITTING IN reality
No FEAR.
This craze
This maze
This PHASE
PLEASE ERASE THESE FATES?
Lift every voice sing the sparrow's SONG
FREEDOM HAS SPAWNED.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2017
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