Here We Are! Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

Here we are.
Where murderer becomes King's kin
And innocent the King's foe
Here at the round table of stupidity
Feeding to the brim our enmity
Taking from us our bread of love
And feeding us with filters of sad loaf
At the entrance of the King's gate
There they hide and at us they gaze
Here we are the sleeping tune
Harp been strum hard to our ear to wake our tied ballistic tone
Someday so near we will clear our anger throat to speak
Our loin will be tied to their waist
We will together dance the hard dancing steps to a far away mountain of trust
But our boots won't have us pitied by then though the broken glasses a rug to the floor won't hold us back to stick
Spider web will be too strong for us to hold us to walk.
Now the sleeping peace seems snoring
When the day comes, tell mama and papa the salvation won't come again so said the Penner