BREAK THE JAR OF YOUR EGO Empty the cruse of your self-worth and ego Yes! bow your head, hands clapped and drip tears Pride fills a worthless vacuum. Break your ego’s jar Blessed are the empty ones; they truly shall be filled One moment, the ageless rosy journey ceases At termites’ gate, the great and feeble even out When nature summons all to her feast of ashes Great and small, strong and feeble will be knelled I’ve graced the banquets of the mighty I’ve feasted at the dearth of the wretched I’m puzzled that in the fortress of the mighty The poor’s presence is taboo and banished Behold the poor as though they share your planet Like the garden roses stretch to the morning sunrays And the rivers stretch to the oceans’ doorstep Behold him for there’s a common home for all The meek are not always the feeble-hearted Pride is the vilest of all vices the adepts say And ego the foulest of all mortal’s shams Return to innocence proud one before nightfall Rant not in the guise of freedom No mortal’s freedom is truly free Oh liberty, how you ruin body and soul! Lean on the strength of meekness Time’s destroying hand nods onward And bell of equity endlessly ringing Dark truly is the path of haughtiness When to mortality all cede their breaths Light Iheoma Shedrack{c}2014. All rights reserved.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 13:50:12 +0000
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