The right rite The deltas and the rivers, They did flow to feed rivulets, Brooks and other tiny streams. They had a dream for the future; An art of self-preservation, Self-assurance born from a pack That ran from your veins The red waters that were dripped Off the streams that they Saw as their path; Salvation to the same streams That extended a hand to the Silos of protection and assurance. It is not in the stand-pipe that we trust But rather in bucket Yours is a right rite; A right passage. Draw off a little bit to the one next. It is even to self For tomorrow when the winds change The routes taken by creation the Small rivulets may feed you There is shortage of blood © 2014, All Rights Reserved -PMPK #Mista_Poke #Poetry
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 21:03:16 +0000
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