Who knows

With us, voluntarily,Or against our will,How impotent we are!How terribly weak!We can’t even control,The happiness we seek.Call it Destiny or Fate,We seek in vain the noble key,That might set our human spirit free,However we are tributary,To what we cannot see,Something, somewhere, maybe?Called Destiny.

And political men,Could not put the Empire,Together again.

And hold me close,Very close,I can suffer,No more!The sins of thosePolluting our mindsAnd politically,Treacherously,Killing this Land!The Towers of LiesIn our CountryAre Immense,They fall upon ourVery SoulsAnd now its too lateTo even ask,Why?We are now walkingOn Burning Coals!

Is there a way to obtain,The love we are not allowed?Staccato,Sudden and brief,Swift and clear,The Answer is No,But when the loved one,Is not near,It’s hell on earth,Darkness and fear,And maybe, one solitary,Infinite, endless tear

Flashes of lightThat grow and growIlluminating, poet’s skyTranslating, psychic insights wide,Seeing and molding instant flightNever before by poet felt,But now, intense, and wide and svelteThat cannot just be left behind,Feelings so deep you think you’ll burstInto a million stars that shine and hurt,Like when giving birth.

A great book stays under cover,A great poem speaks to you,But it’s we, the proud and prejudice,That have so much to regret,Who never know how good we have it,Till it’s time to go to rest.