(VAPING ON THE HARSH REALITY) 360°
Not just where I man stand but space inhabited by other beings described as human.
Questions swirling like waves of heat on desert sand.
Why that fool killed them babies man?
How many innocents killed by bombs in Iran,
In Pakistan?
How many killed by guns in Manhattan?
Sorry to rhyme, that's just how it came out.
All this beauty but all this strife.
Who gone remember this life when I man drift away energy into the atmosphere?
Blue skies and clouds stretching across the horizon.
Such thoughts as I man ponder the immensity of all these things.
Sinners in church on bended knees praying for prostitutes on various street corners.
Surrendered to the religiosity of it all.
Babies born in hospitals addicted before they could breathe.
The angels of these things would they sing.
Flowers so red against the buildings concrete.
Suspended leaves on the breeze.
Visions of Allah floating on a memory.
A whisp of air, I man breathe these things.
An exhale as it all repeats.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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