After They Are Gone

Some folks are like the cloud their cloak of confusion is proud, and their lyrics of lies are ever loud... Light shines after they are gone. There are wars we should not wage, silence saves when certain storms rage... losers lose before they storm the stage... Victory reigns after they are gone. Poverty is not just lack of money, some poor folks swim in milk and honey, they flare like flame in life's journey... prosperity preens after they are gone.