Poetry In Motion

Trapped to be bruised
This soul weeped,
Crying in my
first breath,
Death is come

Labour pains
Flux of water
and of blood
Out of mother's womb
Erasing memories
of life I last lived,

Caging my thoughts
in flesh and bones,
My soul hypnotized
Illusory comforts
Till death became
Destiny of birth

Here is me
Sowing my seed
In the ground
Of my adversary's hold
Flooded with streams
Of innocent blood
Bleeding wounds
Of democracy sword

Standing is of the fittest,
Here I sojourn
Seeking God knowledge
Supplicating in tears
Sins of my sweating
Bleeding to race
Survival and power

The moon of night
Refusing to shine
darkness thickens,
Fear cripple minds
With fists clinched
Love weeps
The heart broken

When is tomorrow
Of this scene of sorrow
Pierced sharply with hate
Even to my bones and marrow
The path truth walks
Is thorny and narrow

Here is the journey
Walk of mortality
Highways, freeways
Blind eyes leading
Deaf ears seeing
Babies nude crawling
Destiny is death

Of my sweat and pain
Is tears and cries
to comfort my sleep
In darkness of the tomb
Where my voice
Will speak no-more
and my age,
Just the count of numbers.

With one hand
To the heavens raised
My seed I sowed thee
" in this journey of sorrows
seek knowledge of Him,
He is your very being
and in Him are all things
made perfect".
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SirJosh