The Fallacy of Prophesy
?They bow down when they see me,
They put their hands together when they see me, They kiss my fingers when they see me,
They look high above my shoulders when they see me, Iam a Prophet.
The people believe me,
The people look up to me, The people worship me, They want to be just like me, They want to speak just like me, Dress just like me,
Look just like me,
I am a prophet, the chosen one.
And the people say, look at him.
Did I not tell you he was strong child?
Did I not tell you he was smart child?
Did I not tell you he was the chosen one?
Do you see his wealth child?
Do you not see his character child? The manner he carries himself child?
?Do you not see his beauty child?
My child he is the chosen one.
Books will quote me,
Academics will reference me,
Books will be authored by me,
Children will be born by me,
Generations after generations will speak about me, I am the prophet.
I am the chosen one.
The fallacy of prophecy, you rise and they follow,
Even though they have no idea if you really are the chosen one,
The fallacy of prophesy, you lead and the follow,
Even though they do not know the direction your taking them,
They fallacy of prophecy, you demand and they respond.
The fallacy of prophecy, you ask and they answer
Copyright © Shamsa Suleiman | Year Posted 2015
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