Poem 150
As we feel out of the tree
We soon learned afterwards that
Many of us will go through
Hard times and hard lives
The very kind
That would open any pair of eyes
And quickly indicate what
Lies inside
Falling from grace
And from a place
That has us all
Completely out of sorts
And out of our element
Both from those here now
And from those who came and went
Yet to the extent
That we don’t really see or gather
The whole picture
That lies before us
And to what end
For we my people must realize
And come to grips with
Just how all of this began
And what would need to take place
To save face
And be able to climb up this tree
Once again
But this time stay there for good
For we need this as a people
To be more than just understood
Stand and take action
Gather some traction
And live beyond
Just mere satisfaction
And get back to what’s more important
Instead of continuing on a course
That leads to nowhere
Dodge the unfair
Come back from despair
And begin to care more
About the vital things
And to what this could bring
Or continue on suffering
And asking why
Black and blue tears falling
While looking towards the sky
As we must come full circle
And return back spiritually
As things really do appear
As bad as they seem
And will get even worse
Without our unity
And gathering
Immediately
For if we don’t change this now
Unfortunately
We will continue further down
The destructive path
That will only repeat the very same acts
In the first place
That cause us all
To fall out of the tree
Quiet Storm In Motion
