With this hour of war and death,
But i have my mind still on you;
For truth backs up the facts and love crowns the day,
And i am lying on my bed lonely to write this poem.
Broadband of words and the broadband of views,
With the readers on line to catch up with my mind;
But how can we break this cycle of hatred around us?
Hatred, war and sickness;
I have connected my life to reach out to the realms! !
But, who will be on my side?
So, why do jump from place to place?When will you come to understanding?And, when will you come to the truth?A touch down to my lovers home;And with the steps of fear to think twice.Patrick! You are not straight forward to me;Like the rate of the pieces of cigarettte everywhere.How can one smoke all day long…
And many are those who lack knowledge.You need a ‘horse-walk’ to your status quo,Because wisdom is better than silver and gold;And try to live up to your expectation in life.Wake up to the facts and always try to make a difference,Do what is right and reach out to your goals;For your ‘pussy-footy’ acts will never…
Because the beasts of the field and the fowls of the air are watching!And i will praise you with my whole heart of my sweet Hawkins.
For the day of your glory is like the sweet of your love.
Clean insects must have jointed legs above their feet to hop;And like other clean things listed in your Bibe.
And the mind will sift us like the wheat.
