No Respect For the Gifted
Isolation would make mad.
Gifted so sad.
A blessing our gifts are,
God granted skills.
Man plain to see the pain
you caused me.
But gifted, up lifted.
Can't see what I see?
Can't do what I do?
Can't hear what I hear?
Instead of listening, songs
fall on dead ears, held by
shackles on the brain.
Lifes masterpiece, written on Ancient
walls. The cost? history lost.
The war never stops.
Though spiritual energy it,s reinforced
Only with a positive force.
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