RANDOM LIVING
A dire decision to persuade moral teachings.
From within, ravaged the innocent living.
Denying the freedom of deciding,
In a milieu of deceptive people,
Blasphemous lustful entities society don’t know.
With their bellies and features they only got to show.
Making choices difficult to follow.
Tragedies from trials of life weakling the pivoting benches.
Solely holding the scars in the trenches.
Fingers pointing to victimized souls-captives in hurtful dungeons.
Forgetting they caused the showcase of the revenging body touches.
Many souls got hole-in- hearts,
Not a regular diagnosed illness but a broken hearts,
To reflect emotions and self actualization detached.
You got to do the do to lay the head in a hut,
Just like our forefathers in the story of the slave chat.
Or like the slave gladiators playing Roman deadly entertainment casts,killing your brethren to save your warrant life.
Hypocrites practicing vulgar yet preaching of the Guider.
Fear drove many to crept.
Frail energy that couldn’t stand the everyday critic afflicted to death.
Today, bravery is given as offertory.
Every vindicated victims should rise to hold a territory.
Be wild like that of the cat escaping from a fatal tragedy.
We never chose to be this but the misfortunes made us so,
We want to return home, not to be bullied or to point fingers at.
Because our wounds are deeply cut
Who’s ready to teach humbly, the righteous part
BY: CAMARA BARNES
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