We keep begging for more
With our feet on the table,
But when the circle being served,
We show our hands we grit our teeth,
We are so above all,
How many times we really speaks,
Its when our heads on the ground ,
Be grateful we are being tested,
It will be hell if we don't keep reminding,
You me everyone as brothers and sisters,
We share the same ancestors,
From Adam everyone makes the wrong turn,
But there's still a chance,
To look back and remember
where and who we belong,
And cry while there's still soul
Beyond our own skin and bone.
We keep begging for more,
With our feet on the table,
But when the circle being served
We show our hands we grit our teeth,
It's has been written the end is near
Though don't you worry everything has been promised,
He begets not nor He was begotten,
Oh The Absolute , Guide us to line covered with Your Grace.
Don't let me sacrifice the ocean!
Just to get in the fleeting pleasure of a bowl.
YOU ARE READING
42
PoetryI will keep writing until the chapter succeeds 41 and precedes 43. P/S : I do not own any of the illustration in this writings
