My Soul (A Poem)
Trapped in this town of sadness, moments ago I was in a state of bliss
This pain is two hands wringing out my heart
I'm begging to be finished off, but I'm afraid this is only the start
Why have I been chosen to be a planter of this seed
Why can't I just succumb to money, drugs, thugs, girls, gold & greed
Surrounded by this cess pool of a world, Ever closer I see the slime slide in
Sometimes I wonder...Is it inevitable that I'm going under? If so, why not dive in
What if I'm not the solution. What if what I build falls apart
Or what if a blazing inferno of change spreads and I am the spark
Will I be remembered, like others before, as a movement that began as one
Or will I be remembered amongst a host of pretenders who tried to empower, but had none
My tortured mind cries out, "When will we get better?"
But my tears start to fall, as I hear a voice call and my soul answers never.
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"What if I'm not the solution. What if what I build falls apart
Or what if a blazing inferno of change spreads and I am the spark
Will I be remembered, like others before, as a movement that began as one
Or will I be remembered amongst a host of pretenders who tried to empower, but had none"
these are some powerful lines sir. i think you already know the answers to your inquiries. if not, just look into the eyes of your students... ;-)
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