A Thousand Words

A thousands words

ive painted pictures

Picasso

without tainted scripture

some suffice

and feel enticed

enlight the crowd

decipher frowns

im well endowed

with a gift in hand

and serpents in my path

get plowed

while shifting sands

along with Legions

in this region

disassembled their plans

from swinging swords

some attach to

like umbilical cords

in a spiritual form

and asphyxiate

our psychic state

escaping thorns

now pages torn

rewrite the chapters

known disaster

tragedy in apathy

and retreat under the canopy

in disbelief,

some meet casualty

find faculty

to teach and reach

out to the ones asleep

some try to speak

to have their voices heard

but trampled

by a stampeding herd

can be absurd

this life in flight

the envious,

they shoot on sight

the slightest bit of intelligence

intimidating that so called life

ive walked along

so many pavements

cracked to be exact

in fact

ive had my share of hatred

with gun in hand to lay you flat

but for a brief moment

no way id become a statistic

another human being

locked up in prison

engineered well

by this system

so ill be the witness

a testimonial till im finished

and layed under the earth

and the Devil quenches his thirst

while trying to gather souls

with a quickness