THOUGHT
Standing, thinking, brewing in my golden pot
In this sedative, I pour adverbs, consonants and adjectives
Just a taste from this potion shall make us multiply
All wanting to testify in poetic justice…
Just the pure scent from the words we write
Make us want to recite and some how rectify all
the misfortunes and confusions happening all around us.
As my potion starts to boil
I pour Africa’s soil as a ploy to revive my African brothers and sisters
Their party wanting egos and
Their one night stand status makes them blind
Starring at truth in the eye, Yet…
Turn their backs and allow the same truth stab their backs.
But along came a thought…
It’s power… infinite
It’s the same thought burning all around us-
From Rastas behind burnt bridges burning fire…
To mc’s under siege battling to own the seven seas
This thought is igniting sparks for poetic justice.
Just for now, let’s allow this thought to freeze time…
Just for now, let’s allow this thought to hypnotize us
I emphasize let’s float on top of words and sympathize for the ignorant.
Just for now, let’s allow this thought to use us
In it’s potion…
So we can be sedatives
for confused minds
Sedatives for confused minds
Sedatives for confused… minds.
Kev.
