Monday, January 16, 2012


Like a pregnant woman painfully labors
In moans, awaiting the birth of relief
So does judgement crouch at your door
Corruption your master, Money your lover
Offsprings from your loins depreciate in character
Without purging of minds and the knowledge of Freedom
Fighting, Protest all gone to the wind and maybe soon forgotten
A Government of the wicked, A nation of rich oppressors 
With no conscience and a little bargain for the Common Man
My Pondering Message states;
Many more prominently wicked lived and died
Left nothing but a resounding pathetic name
The fruit of their loins now wander in shame
Trying hard to shadow the soiled fame
If you claim you have power, then it is however not potent enough
To rebuild or reinstate a peaceful powerful Foundation
The groaning of the helpless reaches the creator
Join hand in hand to hold the Fast
Though it might appear a little rough,
Stand fast, for those who endure till the end will be saved!
Judgement is soon visited on the wicked!

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King, Jr.