Ham Hog & Cabbage

I’ve nothing positive to say today Just different scenarios In a vacant approach Calling me to come home I was left wandering In the dark alone The objective To ease the hurt Take away a curse For days that we play Reach for new heights In a vulnerable scene Tip toe on mercy To avoid the split in my spleen In love with a phantom Hidden behind a spotted face Out for the souls of grown men Those who have plotted Against a broken race Misplaced pigment cells Only the pig in men sells Walking on childhood misery Adolescent years swayed Mentally weighed Prohibited the belief Of a murdered messiah Don’t you be so careful As to let it hypnotize you He who believes in thee Can only be a liar Shall I live Then death to all rivals No apologies Its just the pledge of survival The Quran Your mischievous bible I hold these latter-day saints Equally liable And if it gets no better Love always As her emotions led her An old man as spoken for Casualties of sympathy Hoping for a cure One old woman and ten dollars Spent thanksgiving day Hoping for a ham and a cabbage But we savages in this ravaged land Think nothing of her But you got to love her Reach out with your cold arms And hug her Rub the hurt To keep her above the dirt “Yes we can” Do what? Nothing again I write for life I write for birth I write for you For what it’s worth I can’t stretch my intelligence enough To write for peace on earth