Poetical Analysis Poems

Surviving past King, X
And all the fallen rest
Is proof of God
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Who is held so near
In such sacred fear
That you'd never know they were here
The ones we feed just to disappear
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If human is to be possessed & soulessly owned
If it belongs to a man or his kind
If its merely wealth or a throne
If its just a facade hel in the mind
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A poet would write about whiskey and weed
And some, humdrum along about want & need
But a man just has got to get up and go
Less he be crushed under the stage of the show
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What does it cost a man

For mothers & kids to be free
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Why does god not spare The Rod

He loves us, & all the congregations nod
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On Jamaican Debt: + Poems
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