Fractured

Stay quiet for a minute,
let me stretch my thoughts and mind;
let me find my pen and write my rhymes...

Living on the edge of a great truth
for far too long, too much emotions pass;
living homeless, feeling powerless
Makes me want to write a song
And right my wrongs.

Before I take a step and fall,
I got to think and pray for all.

Yesterday, I was the iron-clad bird
in the mighty sky, with outstretched wings,
I was fly; feeling as free as the wind flies
over mountains and high skies.
Today? --we are a sinking ship,
old man with loosened hips.

A new baby born is crowning,
head is barely peaking but he wants to speak.
Shhh--let him speak--
let him scream and softly speak...
Turns his sullen crown with matted hair;
the wind grows still,
and cold is the air---

'I pray that the darkness tamed night,
come, COME, come and swallow us whole,
leave us to die...
In this cold blood, wrapped around I.
In this warm bed that I lie.'

Little children have their nightmare,
little babies try
and raise the alarm
like a red flare.

EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! THE END IS COMING!
AND RIDES A HORSE WITH NOSTRILS FLARED!