No dream do I wish I was idolized!

But the War on My Quality of Life.The War on My LibertiesThe War on the EconomyAnd The War on Consciousness!And it seems that very few are in the trenches,Fighting these battles.As what’s left to democracy is being hocked away.And the hoax of this joke is played on the people!Who are encouraged to witness,Their quality of…

And here we sit ignoring its importance…Pretending that this zodiac does not exist,As seconds of the final days persist!When ‘they’ come and ‘they’ are on their way…To collect true souls and leave behind those who stray.Those in doubt with a shallow faith they praise,Will realize the path they have taken…Has no awakening from their craze!

And a way of life,Fragmented in its appeal.Dances with an erasing purpose.Standards are showing a fading quality.And equality documented,Seems less of an intention than what is meant.Structured foundations and their sentiments,Have lost pride.Only gestures remain,To market an effectiveness.Recreational degradations…Has a conformity parading malfunctions.Dysfunctions are the normalcy.And a common sense,Has desolved in pretensions.And yet those few…

Help them see it…And not become overwhelmed by its magnitude.Help them remove the disguises that hide their fears.They have been duped big time.And so fraudulent are their beliefs.What was once an ideal…Has been infested by the illness of greed manifested!And this,They can not see…Has deluded them from any contact with reality!Help them identify the source…

Has manifested them in constant complaint.Their eyes have been shielded from a truth,Distanced from their remote touches.Their anger suppressed,Has them locked within traps…Of Sunday confessions.Torned with guilt that slaps,If those visits have lapses.Dictated to keep their tithes highTo ensure,An answer to their prayers will come.And All that God ‘Is’ is free for the asking.Punishments are…

The licking of awaiting lips.Dressing prepared,Next to a glazed honeyed ham.With collard greens smelling good,As the potato salad nestled closeTo chit’lins and delicious candied yams.Pumpkin, apple and sweet potato pies…Filled the air with anticipation,As the black-eyed peas and riceWere passed by!Heads are bowed in prayer…Giving thanks for blessings,And grateful for traditions!Feeding a heritage nurtured well,When…