R. P. N. (Real Poetry News)
2022, Henery X ©
I can never seem to recall, The rise after the fall, I guess it has a lot to do with how hard I fell, Some say I’ve sold my soul, but no one can ever produce the bill of sale, And I believe in facts not fiction, Here’s a prediction, Freedom of speech will always come with a restriction, How hypocritical, America is so hospitable, Except when it comes to the melanated ones, You know, the ones the cops murder because they thought the cellphones in their pockets were guns, How can you be a threat with your hands held high? And screaming at the top of your lungs, I don’t want to ….bang! Die, But you’re dead, Before you had a chance to say all that needed to be said, Now your family and friends are left with the question why, And questioning the Most High, Saying, “What type of just God would allow this to occur?” But no one ever questions Adam and Eve and the way they were, If you believe in that story, weren’t they the start of it all? Didn’t Eve come along and tackle Adam, who in turn fumbled the ball? “Do you think you can say you believe and not be tested?” Adam was afforded the preferred stock, but his interest just wasn’t that invested, So, next time, don’t blame God, blame humanity, That’s on the brink of all out insanity.
Thank you for taking the time to acknowledge my offering. May all you deserve and desire flow abundantly into your life, as a river does into a sea.
Remember. I’m not here to convince you to believe. I’m here to offer you something else to consider.
May we never lose our desire to outdo what we’ve already done.
Peace, Love, and the utmost Respect.