Even though the doing leaves those saddened,
To know the time comes to let go of the ones...
Who have chosen to remain foolish,
When these days have revealed so much truth.
Those arriving to levels of consciousness,
Can not maintain a tolerance for kept delusions.
A patience once kept,
With eyes swollen from tears wept...
Has had its toll and for years has showed,
Mindsets stuck to stick thick in ignorance...
Done for them to do and accept as life to live,
Can not be rescued or be awaken to believe it a need.
'You are not going to the repast? '
~I can't. I'm too heartbroken.~
'Say what?
And you're going to pass over,
The fried chicken AND pound cake?
You must be devastated.'
~You have no idea.
I can not find the words to express my sorrow.
To see them again knowing their minds are dead,
I just can't take anymore.~
'I'll fix you a plate.
You'll change your mind.
I know who cooked what to bring to the repast.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem