Poem: What I could Have?

Don’t you dare

Try telling me about

What I could have

Done.

I had that same

Thought

Many years ago,

When I was

just a child

Waiting for

Santa to come.

But I have

long since

Found out

That I was only

Dreaming!

I had to then

take this long

trek alone,

Finding my way

Back home

back to this

reality into which

I was born.

My brother/sister

All the way

I kept screaming

at the top of

my lungs,

Running up and

Down life’s road,

Searching

for that truth.

My Mom and Dad

They could not

had known any better,

They simply did

The best they can.

It had always been

the custom

on that island.

But I am quite

Amazed at the

state of affairs

When looking at

This, which we

love to call,

Modern man.

That's the very

same bunch

that walks around

each and everyday

With a Humongous

Ballooning

Bank account,

Still the words

that they are

forever saying are

If they could have,

I say, if you could have

You would have!

Well that is the

Same question

We are all

asking you.

You would have

Done what?

That’s exactly

what the Bible

Have been

telling us for

the longest,

The meek would

inherit the earth

and one day

They would also

become the strongest.

For what will it

profit a man

if he gains the

whole world

And suffer the lost

of his own soul?

That's the reason

I had to come

back around again

to launch an attack

on this misery and

misunderstanding

that was me.

Misled long before

I had a chance

to use my own head

To educate myself

become wise

Open my eyes, see

Before life becomes

what it should not be

a surprise.

Written above

in that same Bible

the one that you

once dared to tear

in the book of

Mathew 19:24,

It said:

Again I tell you,

It is easier

for a camel

To go through

the eye of a needle

Than for a

Rich man

to enter the

kingdom of the

Most High God."

No one have to

again ask God?

Why is this so?

All one have to do

Is to be a citizen

Of this earth

Grow up a little

With its inhabitants

And “Bam”

You would know.

that you too came

from the very

same Dirt

Without money

In your pockets,

Name a hospital

One can go

get a Doctor

to see you

For the diseases

that they made.

We don't know

anything about

A.i.D.S

That blood transfusion

was meant to save

And now on my way

those like Ash

Went to that

cold grave.

Without hitting

the lottery jackpot

We are all

cooking the water,

If that much

But usually

there is no food

just an empty pot,

Chances are

You won’t see,

What chances

really are

And what life

is really

suppose to be.

Don’t you

even dare try

telling me?

What I could have!

Bless.

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