"Homeless"
By: CJ-The Blessed Writer
Heart pounding like the steps of execution;
The humming bird was free beyond the gate, as his unsteady gait welcomed flies.
The vocal he became, his words cursed,
So silence was as sweet as heaven.
He saw the minds bend like stems,
And necks like concrete.
His mind raced for freedom,
his body stilled, and still he remained.
Had heaven forgotten him?
Was he wailing to the skies,
And the angels turned a blind eye?
How he wished his hands could touch diamonds,
Then he would feel wealth,
Or his body lay in satin,
then he would feel comfort.
He rested in benedictions,
And maledictions were forced meat.
The mouths gnawed like wolves,
To eat the innocent.
Hands touched bosoms, and sex like monetary gains.
Was sleep now luxury, and anxiety a bed of ease?
As the whispers passed through the night,
Beating on the eardrums of tranquillity.
Sanity was the highest wisdom,
Climbing daily to reach the peak.
His eyes were stable in the Bible,
And the Lord's eye became his refuge.
He learned the language of the people,
Yet sophistication was his desire.
Men whose hips twitched and lungs sung
Like sirens in the night.
Brutal beings boasting of reprobate entertainments,
He could only lament,
Night felt like days, and rays of light were hidden from his sight.
Stentorian soldiers raised the liberties;
Emancipation burned by contraries.
Days felt like months, and weeks like eternity.
But his supplications spoke safety,
Assured God heard his humble cry.
Upon the morn an angel called;
His freedom's appeal approved.
He looked and rainbows arched,
He took the first steps to his pot of gold.
He never looked back at the hearts,
Which purge the words we hold dear.
Those that seem equable, but lost words.
Or the minds built like stone,
but sink suddenly in sandstorms.
He was captive to freedom now,
A slave to luxury and life.
He gave a prayer for the multitude,
Which we never ponder their plight.
He was free, and home with humility.
