ONCE AGAIN ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN I DEEMED THIS HYBRID POETRY:

it's about strong white powder and existentially stronger gods
it's saying Grace in the face of fear
it's about long hours and long odds
and saving face when we shed a tear

we work in the steel mills
we stand on the corner of casual conversation and condemnation
popping pills for the thrills and shooting dope for some type of hope

we are the hopeful who have faith when hurt is horrific
as pain purport to be prolific
we are the ones who turn the gears of a galaxy for the unanimity of a univese
which every day becomes worse
and curse those whom contend that this is the way the world must be
when there are actions we could take to overcome adversity

and to deprive pity of the under-privilaged which lay us low

we are the crossing guards who guide the next generation across streets strewn with stones, bones and the moans of too many men who have come before them

the Minute Men,the soldiers at Gettysburg and those in Guantanimo Bay today
the armies that hold other armies at bay
so that youthfulness of yesterday can stay the strength of those who might oppose us
and presuppose the dangers which declare destitution to loved ones and strangers alike
we are the ones who strike against strife and picket a lack of pity

we live in intrepid towns and a citadel of cities that crisscross a land where loss is our enemy
and desperation results only in further frustration
we should be one town, one city one world and one love
and for anyone's edification
we should all become one singlular nation

I've heard people opine that God is dead
well i ain't one who needs God for hope
I ask where is God when a child goes un-fed
and then they ask why young Johnny and i shoot dope
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~