Consider the battle plans handed for combat …
combatants …
militants …fall … even innocent by standers …
acts of war …declared …
the answer …nothing sacred …
the walls shake …. houses quake …
then crumble no man’s safe …the scene falls into place …
the face …
confused …
tears men women and children run at the same pace … picture this muse … brothers verses father and sons …
daughters and mothers under god …
brains washed against each other …
a crabs bucket …
no way outta the bushel but the pot …the flames lick …from hell’s kitchen …
the steam is so hot …
this otto …to be enough speech to bring about change …
but these eyes …so filled with envy …
it’s hard to see my reasoning …
if we each one …teach one uplift one …
the seeds wouldn’t die young …
but take root …even on adamant ground ….
the heart’s sound pounds so loud ..
it’s deafening to ears …
cause the truth’s not what you really wanta hear …
the truth hurts …the battle …given up … infantry soldiers deserted …love concurred all … but this was just a war of words …my pen fights the page …the page fights to turn …each turn ..turns a new leaf …each leaf loose …dies and refuses to bear fruit …the dead fruit …returns to the earth and nurtures the soil …and the soil sends the nutrients back to the roots …the cycle 360 …did you miss me … knowledge given …battle tested armor ready …every ready the batteries …to blast the cannons of understanding … case wisdom conjures and conquers brains …and shits a knowledge stain … as a battle plan … ‘Zin!!!!