In the Meantime

In the meantime is where I stand Where my thoughts are as plain as land As these grains of sand, Descend from my hands My thoughts are dispensed from recent events Get up or give up which decision will win They only reply, decide but to survive its supply and demand Suicide is how you die if you die within Genocide is the death of those who will rise again Never to be diminished only replenished But to our demise we are but a sacrifice to them We pay our tides to them But in the meantime, only time is spent So they say right now isn’t the time for this By: Loquita Shaw