The path of
The few the turn of
The many the questions
That are filled with emptiness
Creating bigger voids by
Dispelling truth never
Coming close to who we
Really are I understand
Why we are lost at sea we
Are called sailboats but
Without any sails our mother
Can’t sew while our dads
Are not skillful enough in
Woodcraft to make oars to
Move when our wind change
Directions we need protection
So we look at others with rejection
Pointing fingers yet at another
Group faults so the gap widens
In all aspects so the few
Becomes the droves of a virtual
State of lost souls
By Deon Souldier Ballard
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