the messagestale dreams crust over like a syrupy sweetafter all what’s to dream if chance of miracle’s bleak?what’s to fight- if a man invests fear in defeatwhat is love but a curious leap? - off the edgewhat’s the purpose of men fighting for peace? -when its said temp-tation and lust make men weak,who’s to blame for the blood in the streets?the hust-ler or the politician giving the speech?y’all don’t hear me, if the world was to come to an end,would the poet proceed to narrate with the pen?doc-ument the event,how those waves rose over our heads,swallowed us in a tide- of deathwhat the may-ans saiddoes the soul really die in the flesh?are men capable of righteous steps?thine eyes have met- too many murders,not enough sermons,what else is veiled be-hind my curtains?you will never knowand i guess thats the lesson of lifestop questioning; start counting blessings tonight,the man that knows something knows nothingbut even men that know nothing know the feeling of suffering,life is complicated, search for your vantageand maybe then we can understand what the plan is,together.     ________________________________Photo Credit: Photo by "My Life Through A Lens" on Unsplash