The Broken Race Poem by Kelvin Gene Lee I

In the brokenness of life a people stand
Destroying each other with no regret
Shattered by the works of selfish hands
And greetings of kisses they do not forget

How beautiful the words of the songs they sing
Chanting only in the interest of themselves
While intentions are to sacrifice the pons for kings
Then throw them away like broken shelves

From the hurt of the masses the learned are lifted up
With all hope and rue in their eyes
They open a few doors by sipping a cup
From the table of the wolf in a shepherd’s disguise

As hands reach up from the masses below
The learned shamefully turns away
With betrayal and deception that send a blow
To the weak they now see as prey

Now the masses walk in the struggle if life
Suffering and longing to see God’s Face
Betrayed with a kiss and a blood-stained knife
Behold the lives of the broken race.

7/20/2010