Mean's to an End
I am the means,
I don't need to see the ends.
My purpose is to build and destroy
some of these institutions.
So when my thoughts
bring forth revolution,
and inspires some solution
to the population pollution;
while contributing to the eradication
of a system of education
that does little for edification
and nothing for the black nation.
Fin.
The end is "n-here."
I have packed by bags,
and said my goodbye's.
I am not leaving alone,
but I will be going alone.
The cries of my absence will not be heard,
they will not be felt,
they will not be remembered.
Peace
5 comments:
Damn, bruh... I can use both of those pieces with my theme music...
Short, but powerful.
Thanks.
Man, this is beautiful. I love it! So strong.
Beautiful......
DO DA DAMN THANG!!!
Wow!! I'm impressed! You're a talented writer!
your poetry is so beautiful! just like your elusive smile :)
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