Poem or short story by (Daniel Bailey)aka(The Danman258)
"THE DIRT AND THE STONE"
Yesterday a man told me he would rather believe the lies told, because it is all he has. That's how serious our spirituality and loyalty is, with no question. Blindly we follow religions, myths, and old folklore as if it came from the center of our souls. Truth has no home with us, simply because we closed the door.
Our history boldly taken, and yet we do not seek. But when one religion is found to be false, we don't question why, we just find another religion and stand by it boldly and blind.
We are like the dirt of the earth, raising to the sun, as many colors come from our need to be fulfilled. Grass, trees, and flowers spiritually call out for cold, rain, and sun as do our spirits call for love, mental nourishment, and a way. Our love for the earth is natural as our earth seeks to pull us back to her. Yet, we never ask why.
Those, the Neanderthal whites, are like the rock, yet, more so the stone. He sets cold on the earth watching as he hardens, wanting what he sees. You cannot hear him like the grass and trees whispering with the wind, no, the stone sets plotting to disrupt the earth to cause change for his benefits. For his monstrous yell seems to bring nothing.
All in all, we are the earth and as the dirt welcomes the stone to enjoy the bounty of his praise. The stone only sees his benefit.
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Non-FictionOk, the reason the title, my mind was showed something. The reason for the lock, men hate what they have done and won't admit.
