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as I pen my thoughts in these lines
I can't stop the tears, I keep crying
some of the people are still slaves
the way they act, think and behave
the world is just a big shallow grave
the light went out and the candle
waxed cold fire is falling from my soul
I'm in bereft for those who came, gave
and, took their last breath for the people
who have stiffened their necks
generation next, no respect
none do, the world don't owe you
do you know, you are living on
borrowed time and you cannot
pay back one dime of what is owed
orphans behold your widows
widows behold your orphans
can we just, love a little, maybe a bit
have faith as much as a mustard seed
how can we get to the mountain
if we're still in the weeds
the bush still burns but, sadly
when we get there it won't be
take off the ornaments please
we are not Christmas trees
Lord of Host, please heal us of our disease
we are here where you left us
our forefathers died and forgot us
I wish Ishmael and Issac would get along
I wish Abraham would have left Hagar alone
I wish Sarah would have not thrown
her husband a bone, when she was his rib
who made the way in the sea that swallowed
the enemy? still we refuse to believe
we have so many charges against us
how can we escape the sword that's coming
we must be still, what's the use in running
