[WALKING IN SLEEPY SLUMBER] A ONE WORD TOPIC CHOSEN BY Noma Kofi BaahTHE WORD WAS OBSESSION
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Every day a child somewhere wakes up in a ghetto and wishes he could be somewhere else... all these places he hears of where children are free... castles built on the uncertain solidity of shifting sand.
Collapsing into particles of thought that become the silica of our being... hardened like glass... these fragile lives.
Surrounded by the music of these decisions.
Living seems to have become the obsession as so many seek of fountains of youth under the doctors knife and in bottles of medicine that come in unmarked packages.
So many die in ignorant ways while trying to portray an image... False idols and distorted ideals.
Lies told to keep humanity at each others throat... war and desolation on city streets in the heart of democracies where babies are born into poverty.
A smokescreen of insurmountable proportions as the rich control the poor and grow fat and full of the meat of lambs who call themselves flock, the shepherd has become the beast... skin of sheep... heart of the wolf.
Fat cats and hypocrites... bloodsuckers and parisites feeding the obsessions of fattened calves.
Sleepwalking while awake in the ghettos of Babylon.
jerald hamzahfaruq murphy
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE...
http://youtu.be/
Every day a child somewhere wakes up in a ghetto and wishes he could be somewhere else... all these places he hears of where children are free... castles built on the uncertain solidity of shifting sand.
Collapsing into particles of thought that become the silica of our being... hardened like glass... these fragile lives.
Surrounded by the music of these decisions.
Living seems to have become the obsession as so many seek of fountains of youth under the doctors knife and in bottles of medicine that come in unmarked packages.
So many die in ignorant ways while trying to portray an image... False idols and distorted ideals.
Lies told to keep humanity at each others throat... war and desolation on city streets in the heart of democracies where babies are born into poverty.
A smokescreen of insurmountable proportions as the rich control the poor and grow fat and full of the meat of lambs who call themselves flock, the shepherd has become the beast... skin of sheep... heart of the wolf.
Fat cats and hypocrites... bloodsuckers and parisites feeding the obsessions of fattened calves.
Sleepwalking while awake in the ghettos of Babylon.
jerald hamzahfaruq murphy
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