So the greasy path is betrayed
And with treacherous certainty-
The imminent end is fully displayed
As scavenging hyenas circle with cowardly lust
And growing tornadoes begin to ravage destruction-
Compelled by the furious aftermath of broken trust-
The savage winds of derision claim ground
And the interfering blades of self doubt cut clear-
Diminishing the fresh glow of power new-found.
As the mountains grow ominously bigger-
Through the forests of regret and pain
And towards redemption the heart staggers.
The fruits blossom on the branches of the tree
Of nurtured wisdom and understanding-
The tastes of which enable, the enslaved to feel free.
J.Bibi
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