One Last Cry...

Love, respect, honor, is the root of the universe
Men’s kindred spirits saturating his sacred seeds of life in the bed of Mother Earth  
The land of ancient rites of his passage he bestows    
Bequeathing the beautiful expansion of crowned Kings, Queens    
    
To the throne of grace, his reverence speaks of his greatness    
We kneel, bowing our heads in the benediction of unity    
Chanting to a higher calling to bestow, truth, justice, peace    
   
Our life force galloping through our veins    
Yet, we claim power, uplifting to the madness      
Falsified insignias we parade in hindsight      
Glorifying, gloating of self-righteous power, privilege, and hindrance of one another    
      
Are we not the same when the lights go out      
I hear you cry out, yet, I cannot see your fears    
I reach out for you in comfort    
Darkness shrouds my way    
We are not of our Creator’s shame, we are the same    
      
The womb, the cradle, the suckle, the crawl in the beginning of life    
Common necessities of survival we share    
We all wobble to stand in this world, our identity defines our stance, once erected      
It gives us our Strawman’s marking for the progression of our wayward footsteps    
      
Asunder in the minds by tones, dialects, cultures    
Only do we humble in daily strife, as we all befall to grief, as a whole      
An ungodly intellect speaks in the dark what an ugly heart refuses to surrender in the light    
 
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