Course Correction
You have apologized to the world
Now apologize to me
For I did not give a swine my pearl
Nor put sugar in the sea
What this house on old foundations
The thinking group domain
What is a beginning without inventions
Where is the new path of pain?
We hear and hear again the old trifle
Our labor's profit squandered
Before our eyes, the stare of the rifle
There some sage has blundered
Only God can fall rain from the top,
Or sun's milk breasting leaves
We must grow things bottom up
The seedless sod the world bereaves.
I did not cry in shackle or in chain
Nor for the strangers whip
But O Cain, how bitterly I weep again
From every speech there falls another drip.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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