Land of The Cold
(A Trayvon Martin tribute)
And tonight as they shall celebrate life, freedom; eat lavishly, speak of fine wine and successes;
A life has departed in the land of the Cold red Blooded
Not a single tear, for A Brother has been sheared away from thy Breath of Creation.
But the survivors, they laugh and they mock;
loving the feeling of feeling like king; rulers of beings; realistically its only imaginary.
Thy king of kings, whom indeed art within the spheres.
And so the heavens, the earth, the moon, man the creations!
Hearts of hearts, for its only the hearts of Gold; thus indeed its heart to heart we must bleed!
He tell no lies, for joyously, its the hands that feeds;
That is of the one who surely sees.
For Many are called but a few are chosen,
So then, as they may.
Thus, tonight as they shall, celebrate life,
eat lavishly, and speak of fine wine and Successes!
A life has departed, clearly in the land of the Cold red Blooded;
not a single tear, for A Brother has been sheared away from thy Breath of creations.
A life has been slain in the the place where its cold and bloodied
vain, our lives in the land of the Cold red Blooded!
Nevertheless, them all tonight shall triumph at the sight of victory;
eating lavishly and speaking of fine wine and successes…
Nevertheless, a life is slain in the land of the cold and the bloodied yet once again.
And so, whom is to tear for the skin of an African?
Heart of Hearts; for I and I are The roots, the roots, the roots…
Unite and Elevate
Poet: Briviticus N. S