Echo back

The byproduct
of the love
poured into me
is poetry,
so I opt
to echo back
exponentially…

taking advantage
of opportunities
is a talent
for the valiant…
not for
the faint hearted…

check the percussion
on the wanderlusting
and don’t snooze
on choosing you…
as we wander
in the deserts
of dimwits,
who are unable
to show empathy…
while saying
ignorant shit that
makes no sense…
no prevent defense
on the gridiron
of inhumanity
it seems,

they want belligerance
instead of intellect…

longing for
the bounty of fools,
not the gems
of the sages.

We wage war with truths
while fornicating with…

lies and fables
versus truth,
firmly rooted
brother against brother
sister against her own…
these sad tomes…

ain’t falsehoods,
but real life…
human sacrifice
but I will stand,