We must go
Through this fire
Endure the pressure
Of heavy rain
Our circumstances
Often dances with
Phenomenal fate
You wonder how further
Could someone go
With all this hate
Love locks in our hope
When others around
Use this physical world
To get by on unwarranted
Treasures
That could rust and locusts
Could consume
But yet this sanctification
Was fit for a king and queen
We collect our inner beauty
So peaceful and serene
By Deon Souldier Ballard
