Some show up with wide-open hearts,
in tiny bud vessels, white and red darts
open, like new-born birds to light
Refer to ME today as: CHILD
Squeeze, and the soft skin will
get the honey out; no secret, no pin
All wonders, all-natural…
Get back to ME as: FIG
Gold or black gold in 2 forms
a fig is like a child, forlorn
We get them out of their skin at times
the honey melts down the cradle in crimes
knocking their heads out of a branch or two
parents are there, if you need them. Won’t you?
Grant wings of birds so they may fly
raising men needs roots but speaks lullabies
Call ME: CHOIR
Acapella, the path of free men with free will
Putting random voices to “chill” together
Differences work out only for the better
of human ‘dignity, welfare, and kind’
Mosaic negotiates, the states compromise
Hashtag ME in: #BORDERS
Followers or following all are
“situated” existentially on Earth afar
of noises from the jungle or the Amazon
can find you a cheap book, an old river,
but the dawn is for all; now press the button,
and cry ME: MEANING
Give meaning to figs and rain and rainfalls
Give thanks to child and mother and St. Paul
I am a Muslim, a Hindu, a spiritual, a jewel
But Christ loves me and you and all
for humanity’s the basic spirit’s call
Question ME: RELIGION
I claim no doubt, nor fear the mighty institution
in politics, the charmer is source of confusion
O.M.G could be when “Opportunity Meets Grave”
Ask Dante, he’ll tell you of devils to save.
The real Inferno is here based right in Earth
Be free to think; it’s a right of birth
Co-create ME: the SYSTEM
A map restructured by land and climate
An area, not Caribbean, attracting a pirate
The term “oil” brings in all the turmoil
Many religions knew life from this soil
engraving unease in the midst of an east
perilous and scary like Beauty meeting Beast
when that rose, on its way, losing the remaining leaves
I am the Middle East; Just name M.E: PEACE!