THE LIONS DEN

(THOUGHTS OF ANCIENT RENOWN ) KNOWLEDGE OF THE PHARAOHS
THE SOUND PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND...

This is me...
I am hue-man.
I won't give you the long diatribe about my descent from the stars or the fact that men sought to make me forget.
This is me...
I am one of many.
All these souls.
So many departed, gone back to the cosmos.
Within me is the potential to create change...
Born of god, a god.
An alien among my own kind for thoughts like these are frowned upon.
In my Dna I have the ability to bring calm.
A baby crying for the first time...
The sound of the waves touching land as you place him in the ocean the first time.
How he looks.
His amazement.
In my Dna I could lead the masses, to salvation or doom, just a choice.
Spark a riot or lead a movement.
Send men off to die for my cause.
The helix so complex yet so simple, keys locked away in mans pineal gland.
This is me contemplating these simple things.
Race and creed, classicism and social status.
So sad that in order to bring change I must challenge these things.
Such a short amount of time in the grand scheme.
A mere thin line in billions of years... Once I a star... Once you and I were one. Existing cosmical.
Here we are.
Selling land and items to one another when really no one owns these things.
There should be no poor, no homelessness, no downtrodden.
There is really no need for war, yet talk of peace always causes anger, hate and jealousy.
This is me just thinking in my god mind.
This is me.
I am everything... I am nothing.
I hue-man.
I in I
God and man.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY