The Rise and Fall of Man
If my art sounds like rap,
trust it's not intentionally.
Maybe that's the culture within me.
What if we never had rap,
then it would have been poetry.
You see, now that's our culture.
Now, it makes sense,
why rap will sound like poetry.
I know some poets from the past,
who's looking at us now saying,
how did this happen.
Our culture is destroyed.
Don't worry ancestors, I'm bringing it back.
They trying to suppress my intellect, just to make sure I don't carry it out.
This will be a success but only in due time.
Never rushing the process, just laying low in my cocoon stage, right now.
Soaking up all this knowledge, like a super sponge.
As the pendulum swings from side to side,
boom, Metamorphosis appears.
Rising up the culture, seeing it flourishes, just to be destroyed in the end.
The rise and fall of man.
Copyright © K. Parker | Year Posted 2023
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