Truly
The souls of empty promises
Claim this world unfinished
The eyes of this world
See only the bad, never famished
Disturbed and rewritten
History is no longer spoken
Without the one who speaks, spitting
Complain and exaggerate
Communication eradicated then revived
If only for just a very long minute
Impersonation is the patches that patch
Pure linen to the point what once was comfortable now feels rough and diminished
The hands were innocent for it’s not those that broke this world
The cracks were set in place by a circle of words
No light came to slice through this darkest
Has it truly become dark as almost all suppose
Or is it that we all claim to see only what we sometimes agree while our mind eyes remain closed.
Copyright © Jelani Hall | Year Posted 2017
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