A Penny For a Poets Thoughts Iii
When they speak up and out about their feelings,
about our children, stop, telling us to close our mouths and be quiet:
"Shut up" you say... I will never shut up!
Until I am speaking a language from the spirit world.
Evil tongues are silent; Evil eyes are blinded.
Hardened hearts have no compassion.
Too blind to view adverse conditions.
Too dumb to speak out on situations.
So, why do you say I am wrong,
yet you want to know my thoughts,
I got many social ills to expose,
like the evil hiding in pockets and shoes:
My thoughts can go on and on.
But you only want to give me a penny for them.
What I utter keep the drain of the brain uncluttered.
I am just a poet reporting to the gods what I am seeing,
I got to step on toes
because the people need to know about this Babylon system.
Dropping guns in the hood.
Chemicals in the water and the food.
So here I go again … I am going in, genocide homicide-
how, with pesticides, Monsanto? Halliburton.
Are the main two. Culprits code name. “Roundup”.
They are flesh and blood like you.
So, why do you hoard and have plenty,
while our cupboards are empty?
The masses suffer while you are hoarding.
But you want to know the thoughts my poetic mind is boarding.
Well, I am outraged at your outrageous behavior,
actions of an inbred caveman.
Such crudities toward your fellow man:
You want to get away with it again.
Selling people on the idea that we do not count,
that we are not human and outside of God’s grace.
When we were the ones that civilized your race.
And you never restored us to our rightful place.
Instead, you took our place.
The latest cover up will cause you to relax and breathe,
thinking finally, they're doing a good deed, when indeed they are not!
They want to send troops into the pretend to look for a villain
who uses children as his spoil and gets oil? While on Uganda’s soil.
Outraged yes, I am. Here's another swindle!
Nothings incidental; I am going in a raw bout
to get butt naked up in here.
I am warning you it won’t be polite-
bout to bear my soul for the cause.
Listen carefully to what my soul is saying,
“Remember Katrina and Haiti”.
Man-made catastrophes,
population control my
thoughts you want to know,
well here you go.
God,is neither sleep or deaf,
blind, nor is he slow:
God is still in charge;
He did not step out or take a break.
He just put us poets at large;
Many poets are called, but few sounds off.
He will prepare the chosen,
till what is written becomes spoken.
You want to pay a penny for a poet thought ...
when our thoughts are worth trillions.
Many are called, but poets are chosen.
Keep your money, I don't want your penny,
a poet got to do, what a poet got to do-even for free
this society has already been allowed to go too far.
Encoded food shipped to the hood.
If children continue to be raped,
starved and sodomized.
Do not be surprised:
If many more poets are chosen,do not be alarmed
when poets speak out by the millions,
God is still in charge.
That's why you see so many poets at large.
You want to pay a penny for a poet thought ...
when our thoughts are worth more than anything on earth.
God is neither slow to react, deaf, blind nor is he dead.
God is still in charge, he did not step out, nor take a break.
He just put us poets at large. ~~
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2019
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