The Late Night
The Late Night
As I drove all through the late night
I came into the street of the living that were dead
And dined with the chef of the dead that lives
They breath the same and speak the same
But they see not the same as they speak that they speak
The dead wished they had prepared well for death
And lived all through the peace of time that was ceased
But the living wished they could stay alive
And lived all through the bounty of treasures buried beneath
As I drove all through the late night
I ran into a siege of freedom and freedom of siege
And dined with the prisoners of siege and prisoners of freedom
They breath the same and speak the same
But they see not the same as they speak that they speak
The prisoners of the siege wished they were freed
To live a life like those that are free
But the prisoners of freedom wished they could
Be freed from the fear of those they besieged and live like the free
As I drove all through the late night
I drove through conscious and guilt
I drove through courage and fear
I drove through hatred and love
I drove through war and peace
But all they speak were of the living that would die
And washed and buried in pleasurable pain
As I drove all through the late night
I drove through the souls of painful memories that seek to be freed
Copyright © Hamza Muhammad | Year Posted 2021
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