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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

We The poets, and songsters, 
with pure hearts; Revolutionaries,
whom have lived and died for truth 
will sit among us there.

Birds of a feather flock together;
Red ants go where red ants go.
Giraffes don't hang with the water Buffalo.


When you die, there will be no room where I am.
You have lived your life and worked your plans.
Now you want to be in the room with me.!
There will be no room in the room I am in.
We be the people of the lesser sins.
Oh, ye of pernicious deeds:


“Opprobrium” be the name posted 
on the room's door that you'll share.
So, go inside and join your kind there.
This time will not be separated by Kin or skin.
But by the state of mind you kept your soul in.
So now go sit in a room named “OPPROBRIUM”.
You all there are of like minds, 
and have committed archaic crimes.


Child molesters, murderers, thieves, and the like.
You shall smell each other’s stench forever. 
And never sit among the righteous.


Surely you shan't find me, 
because I am not your kind; 
So, there is no room, 
in our room for you.
Your mind and deeds, 
dwell with the deleterious, 
that's where you belong.

We be birds of the same feathers 
shall sing a familiar song; 
Water Buffalo shall roam with
Water Buffalo’s. 
Red ants will go, where Red ants go; 
Giraffes will water themselves 
in different watering holes.


Me and my like-minded poets shall dwell 
with righteous, like-minds and pure hearts, 
laughing, reading, and enjoying 
each other’s thoughts.
We who have intentionally done no harm; 
Will continue to speak truth and 
defy the reprehensible. 
We will all cross over to the other 
side, and seek our own kind.
Poets, truth-seekers, and 
scholars shall exchange stories.
We will laugh, reminisce, and write.


This room be filled with us of the lesser 
crimes, enjoying, adoring one another 
for we all are of one mind. 
At one, with one another and the 
Creator; We are the Poets, 
Storytellers, songsters, 
chanting out our rhymes. 


There is no room in our room, 
for we are not your kind. 
Birds of a feather flock together:
Like minds go where like minds go.
“Giraffes don't hang with the Water Buffalo”.
Take heed from the simple life, forget about equality. 
The Creator then made man in his own image
designed by his own mind,
and placed each with their own Kind.
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