A HOPEFUL SPEECH

A hopeful speech is a hand Walking a man into the future It is the lighthouse of sound Sowed in between fertile ears High above the ever green in a hopless place Resonating, vibrating Beyond the ambience of short breath moments Becoming the emblem of thought You and I share Who do we become After where we have been Who do we become After inhailing The herbal smoke essence Derailing indestructionally In our seasonal lines, Squandering the love The adolscence of real time reality We play in our skins The inner juveniles of our vains We fool emprerors and popes Man lacking rhyming peace Inside normal man Who do we become After where we have been Who do we become In the potter's hands The highway of the one supreme being Ultimater, originator Terminator of life in blood Segregator of soul n spirit Who shall subdue us At gun point Faya bom wordz firing lines With voodoo priests lucified Rising Atlantic armies Who do we become Heavenly bodies Just snippets of Jacobs dream On the ladder we ascend And descend Transcend into victory colours Call us by our new names No more metaphors and similes Of language sentences Impending upon our judgement But ripe fruits, for harvest Just heavenly bodies