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Under This Same Tree

It was here that we met.
                      In monism hearts melt.
                   here is where you where born.
                     So young but owner of all trees
                   Beneath this tree kins came and go
                      Taught to embrace and to rule; 
                   To repel and to conquer. 
                      Nature's at your call


                   Then they came;
                       They they forged gold masks.
                   Pretty looking yet so vile beneath.
                       As eye openers they came
                    But what we saw where shadows
                       Thus we didn't see at all
                    As rights lost, branches fell from this tree
                       Yet so strong the trunk remained
                      
                   So embrace, repel, elope... your choice 
                       Water passed before realization 
                   Yet we realize a great mind fought
                        In the name of Mandela he came
                   A true Lamp light in our lost journey
                        He taught us to love and unite... a true monist
                   We will stand side by side 
                        Water and nurture this leaveless trunk
                   A day will come when it would rise again
                        Flourish in fruits and blossom in flowers
                   Only a bright future can fulfill the the past

                                    It was under this tree it began
                                    And it will remain under this same tree.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 4/18/2014 3:19:00 PM
so good keep up
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