A mean, isn't it heavy?
this burden we carry
As a proud people
patiently awaiting the finale.
So many leaders were given to us
Yet none recieved
Instead their lives were given away
You were all deceived.
How long will this metal rust on us?
In the eyes of the enemy
Will it wax old? accumulating the dust on us.
Until tomorrow comes, no one knows...
My part in this misty mess
Is to not make knowledge bliss
Carefully dressing my words, yes
Mostly to avoide college pricks
With their nifty zest.
The aim is to summon the elect
Not ment to be my foe's stray
Note the words used to interject
Gradually leaving all my fowl ways
No longer standing as the reject
My meek spirit says.
Patients is a necessity in this yearning
Knowing your arrival is crucial
Though some times it can be alarming
But a righteous walk is good for the learning
So in your time of reign
I'll be there smiling and supporting.
YOU ARE READING
The Genez
Poetry"The Genez" focuses on the authors frame of mind or mode of consciousness. The word "Genez" used in the title of this piece is a Hebrew derived word, which means treasury. (One must be able to can meditate, what ever they are reading)- M. Mendez
