Community Poem – Book of 2012, Chapter 3
Wow, scary! Where do I start?
I’m feeling tremendous love for Sudan these days. I just hope it lasts…
And so do I…for I have uttered (secretly) what I never thought I’d say: “It’s good to be home”
Slickity click, all words fit, so let’s make the trip. To the wonderful world of moral purity
And a pure joining of an inherent mind and peace integration
I hope that peace of mind and soul is found
Found in purity that cannot be defined
But what if I define the purity you speak of?
No, it can’t be defined as it is so divine
Divine is relative…does it exist?
Existence itself is divine.
Be proud and please don’t whine
Is crying our beloved country, our beloved youth
Should we cry for our youth or for what’s to come?
Or why not change our temp to a beat of a different drum
Or throw the drums away, and then we’ll all become…
One resonation, one vibration, one nation.
There you go, life.
Here I come, death.
You fear me when you shouldn’t, a test.
Forget the fact that you’re dealing with the very best.
But I am not the best. I am but a humble human with errors.
Yes, errors. The right amount of wrong, just perfect.
Serve it, beyond right and wrong there’s a field.
Society’s acceptance is a prison, disguise is a palace.
♠ February 6, 2012 ♠