The music... And I sigh.
These beings and I... Oh I.
Our very formations, we these fragile entities.
We as life defined as so many years in an infinite galaxy... I scream... Oh I scream cause this shit life ain't all its cracked up to be to a blip existing in a warped eventuality.
What is this land but a surface to stand upon, this water a substance designed to quench... Many men though have died for these things.
Such a shame.
Water still runs and land still holds other things, monuments and shrines to gods and lesser forms of life revered and pretended things.
The beat... And I sigh.
Another child has died... Whether a babe or senior citizen and the clouds... Oh the clouds they drop precipitated tears of a mighty Allah.
Cleansing they filter through the layers of soil erupting as life giving streams.
Rivers and oceans abundantly resplendent as man squanders his chance to be one... He such a slave to belonging.
His crux religion and government... For the people humph, and they... Oh they cry.
The people that is, for war still rages foreign and home.
Street corners where even the ones sworn to serve... To protect, wreak havoc pon the citizenry.
The melody... I fade slowly away.
These beings and I... Oh I.
Our very formations, we these fragile entities.
We as life defined as so many years in an infinite galaxy... I scream... Oh I scream cause this shit life ain't all its cracked up to be to a blip existing in a warped eventuality.
What is this land but a surface to stand upon, this water a substance designed to quench... Many men though have died for these things.
Such a shame.
Water still runs and land still holds other things, monuments and shrines to gods and lesser forms of life revered and pretended things.
The beat... And I sigh.
Another child has died... Whether a babe or senior citizen and the clouds... Oh the clouds they drop precipitated tears of a mighty Allah.
Cleansing they filter through the layers of soil erupting as life giving streams.
Rivers and oceans abundantly resplendent as man squanders his chance to be one... He such a slave to belonging.
His crux religion and government... For the people humph, and they... Oh they cry.
The people that is, for war still rages foreign and home.
Street corners where even the ones sworn to serve... To protect, wreak havoc pon the citizenry.
The melody... I fade slowly away.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
