(MORNING IN THE HIGHER HEIGHTS)
THE MUSIC...
"Take It Out From Within" - Slow Symphonic/Choir …: http://youtu.be/R-jZ1uxnBdw
Off in the higher heights where Recognition is met and shares a conversation.
His Afro shining like crown...
A shock of white in the rising sun.
He points thing out in his matter of fact manner.
Snorts a cynical chuckle at man's seeming ability to not see him at all.
Cries when he reminisces over the fallen ones who died to protect wrongs perpetrated in the name of right.
Their blood having become the fertiliser used to grow a lopsided economy.
Warped crops standing in fields where the battle having played out has become life.
Recognition sits for a while and sees Realisation as he passes by.
"What's up my brother?" as he passes the blunt.
Realisation sits down with a sigh, pulls the smoke into his lungs a coughs a reply.
"Nothing much has changed in the heights my friend. So few choose to come this way."
They look away into the distance as clarity fills the airs of their existence.
I but a man listen to their wisdom as they talk of Love and how tattered looking she has become.
Her dress dirty and torn.
As they speak on Vision who lost an eye in the war of Advancement.
The world having gone awry.
As they reminisce burying Innocence all those long years ago.
Such a grand funeral for a noble friend.
I stand and bid them goodbye for I must attend to things in the alternate dimension which they have been conversing upon.
They stand and look me in my eyes and give me fist bumps.
"Hotep my brother."
As I take my leave.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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