Poetry and Promise

In the name of God...

Poetry and Promise
I write on it
with blood stained pens I write sonnets
ink diluted with tears
The brands of pens they fear, I use
ink of starvation and greed,
a fountain pen of abuse
I write as a witness to hurt,
jot down a heavy heart full of words,
A determined mind and restless spirit is what they nurse.
So charge me with a cause because im now willing to pay the cost
So
long
since
relief
How many lifetimes must we bleed?
Over-due
is
change
and over you and me is responsibility to make it happen
to save some part of humanity from collapsing
rescue some piece of our world
you chose the slice
then lets piece us back together for peace
and salvage our sleepless nights...
lets frame wrong and sentence it to right
lets rewrite our sentiments and fight
for solutions to our plight
compassion in place of the pollution of spite
in conclusion we might...
find a bigger part of ourselves
or in delusion regress to a love of wealth
a love of self is the catalyst of forgetfullness
Why must it take a tragedy to remedy our selfishness?
True courage is giving back to others until the self is spent
until you see through the lens of suffering
inspire those who hate...to love again.
Desire to feed every impoverished soul
make the unthinkable possible
its not only about leaving a legacy...
Its not to inspire vain applause and awe
but the ceasing of a moment of pause,
to reflect upon the glory of God
to see purpose in His cause
because we need to believe that we can redraw maps to freedom
and mark its destination in our hearts,
bleeding and beating like drums calling a revolution
I want to feel this more in my own soul's evolution
With poetry, I promise.

-Timaj (c)