Where Does It End?

Where does it end

The hatred that we nestle in?

Orchestrated, determining most situations

We encounter in this borrowed life

Taken for granted

Some won't understand

Like I addressed you in Spanish

These words paint pics on canvas

African wisdom

This Poet's flawed but determined to give em

Broad perspective,

Presented to the rich and the peasants

There's none better

I've never met them

This world is cold so,

Wear the sweater

Snakes in the garden

Bound to taint feathers

In your ascension

Where the heavens part,

Reside from your loft

Separate one

from the knowledge that's sought

Collecting ignorance bought

And sold, like African slaves at an auc

On black friday

How dare I even partake?

Just for material, for heaven's sake

Life is wealth and hate is stealth

When love is abused, the pain is felt

So many scarred

But we offered no help

Arrogance swell

Massive in the cranium shell

For that, the fall of Babylon is unveiled