Touch My Finger on The Golden Pen

I been trying to pen this verse for days but  the words could not come out
My tears have been welled up inside me and my arms were twisted behind me
my flesh clinged firmly  to my thin bones while drones flew fearlessly  around
I can still hear their deceptive voices  talking above me as they were getting ready to apprehend me
They circled around me and cast a rusty chains upon my flesh and shoved me into a broken carriage and parade me up and down the town until  we ended up in Freetown
I still did not understand what was going on until I stood at an open window
and spoke to the woman who stared at me with a subtle frown.
I went to retrieve my  towed truck and there he was standing behind the counter in a red T-shirt with bleeding eyes  staring at me and immediately I could see wickedness all around
He handed me a bill that was highly impossible for all that had happened 
His  aggressive eyes crossed my spiritual eyes and the holy spirit began to speak
I was chucked away once more and shoved into a sweltering car without a clue as to what was going on
I was placed in a room with other people that were held up for days
And I could sense malpractice from the bottom bubbling up to the top
The innocent was tucked away into a hole with no way of getting out because they could not pay their way
I listened to everyone's story and it was a pity that this was happening in America in the twenty first century 
Many people are suffering and hurting inside while we are gallivant on the outside 
The pastor took me back to my towed truck and I was forced to pay  what I could not afford
I went outdoors to buy colored  paper to post  Gods messages
but something sinister was happening on the other side and I was caught up in it
Heaven was on my side I defied all the odds to get the message out until she finally broke the glass window 
The next day I could breathe fresh air  and the God in heaven finally appeared
the moon moves between the earth and the sun briefly turning day into night
Darkness suddenly faded  away and  a bright light radiated over  the message truck  and illuminate  it with a powerful light sealing it with the moon and sun energy 
And there it was I touched my finger on the golden pen and we are  all free to live again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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