Survival

On this side of the world Fire is another way to name life And there are three ways to keep burning: I. Build a cave on your tongue; You do not say your body is perfect Before a cracked mirror of past betrayal; You do not speak loose into a dark night When you don't see what you're looking at. So teach your tongue the art of silence And fold your lungs into caves of secrets For when your truth falls on a bitter ear You may be talked into pale memories. II. Step into the shoe of multitude; You cannot keep your head above water When the world decides to lay with the storm; You cannot make music with your mother's tongue When the tracklists are rhythms of foreign sounds. So beat your sight and mind into futility And blindly follow the cues of the crowd. For when you turn your back on them Say your prayers, for your death trails you. III. Sell your soul to devil; How do you backslide and lead those paths That secure you a paradise in dark places? Eat into the flesh and bone of the world Then drink from the blood, a grime communion. Old things have passed, you are a new being; Rich, famous, and ruler of heroic kingdoms. Do not forget to murder the promises of eternity. On this side of the world If you wish to live and be loved Take these three ways, and keep burning. Do not be scared of hell Nothing can be worse than a life in Africa Where survival is another grave sin. Michael Ace #magicalpoetry ©ACEworld