Here I stand in the darkness, with my troubles on my forehead, worrying about the future, my ambitious desires and how to achieve them.
So many mockers and jeerers, no one seems to care about what really matters now, or the journey up yonder!
With just one look, they make that judgment call, considering me a beggar, a demonizer, or some foolish philosopher who just loves to talk.
But, they care not to know, that I am a person with a good heart, just overcome by poverty and struggling to find my way out of the gutters, set by the hands of humanity.
Many pronounce that violets are red. Others pronounce the sky is blue. Some want chit-chattering, but to a fool like me, no one cares to say howdy-do
The media broadcasts daily killing sprees, as though, it was Christmas shopping in the stores of Macy’s,
Thirteen years of age, robbing and stabbing strangers… just passersby, for no good reasons, and none of the educators can seem to find the solutions for this generational season of evildoers… what a hypacrocy.
Is this a Bible fulling prophecy, I wonder. Or is it the Devil, smoking, joking or drinking up some hard cold liquor?
But how can mankind ever get it right, when there is so much Classisms, very little Love and Humanitarianism, showing day or night in this beautiful world we are dwelling in?
I know, there are few of us who still do care, but just like Jesus, they will hang us on a tree, then call our enemies to share in our fatal catastrophes, placing harsh lashes on our skin while smart-phones going click-click taking pictures of out merciless endings!
Hey you, with the good heart, many want to see you dead, whether falling off a cleft, a bullet to the head, or your body broken in pieces and dismantle in a train wreck!
Hey you, with the helping hands, some, want you staying in the dark because there, you can’t find your purpose or locate the powers of your heart
Hey you, with the books in your hands, always wanting to read, constantly trying to learn, as though, your plans are to catch up to the Earth’s Prophecy’s like the man Nostradamus and the godly Corinthians; seeking out theology, as if, God would fully trust them with his handy works or his mix-mix dealings.
Thankfully, though, a little light had shun brightly upon me. Or else, the cold-hearted demons and vagabonds of the world, in high and low societies, would have already crucified me, sending me off to join my ancestries. And having me, abandoning my earthly mission or what was supposed to be; my spiritual victories.
By: Constance C. Williams
aka; Lady C
Twitter Handle; @ConstanceCorne9