Bereft

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