The winds of change are blowing...
Fast wild and free.
Powerful is the current...
That lifts and batters me.
My life, age, and the weather...
Remain out of my control.
Among the forest of my lower hairs...
I found a new baby mole.
What is god trying to tell me...
When I'm confronted with cruelty and deceit?
Am I to slay my brother in these war like days...
Just to make it home to eat.
Or do I give my only pot?
Although I have nowhere else to piss!
And welcome strangers with open arms...
While praying that their bullets miss.
I ask you "Oh Lord" father of...
The stars, planets, winds and stream.
How I can be killed for the melanin in my skin?
In a time when knowledge reigns supreme!!!