Pray For Me Poem by Ishmael Onserio

Pray for me now in the name of the most tolerant being,
Pray for me with conviction through this year very new,
Pray for this heart and soul to thrive through that spring,
Count no more the numbers these hands have cursed you,
Drub hate's luring creed stuck in your mind's crossroads,
Pray for me as you think of merited retributive endowment,
Won by this one life seeking mercy and unfeigned prayers,
Even so, pray for me in your deep sleep with a good intent.

I beg for your sincere prayers as I walk through the dark day,
Pray for me when my eyes bathe in pricking salted sea sand,
Disregard not the cries of a moose under the claws of its prey,
Pray for me in the absence of the expected rainbow's strand,
Pray for me when the sun spits its flaring debris upon my face,
Pat my shoulder when luck goes beneath the massive bedrock,
Pray for me that one day that lingering fortune shall be my case,
Even so, pray for my soul as the body rests at the forsaken baulk.

I'll pray for you as you relinquish in your merited and coveted glory,
At the summits of the subtle nature's call with mind blinding glaring,
I'll pray in the next dawn for the desired torrents in your territory,
I'll pray for the stillness in the windy atmosphere come that waking,
That incarnation of genuine supplication has claimed the only title,
The blessings of a word truly issued in good faith have lived forever,
Even beyond days of uproarious laughter deemed great and vital,
Even so, I'll pray for you at the core of such a rifting life, so clever.

Don't be angry with my plea, my heart is resting on the calm wave,
Loosen your heart for a good course, I have laid a firm foundation,
Step up as a self-guarding skunk, I'm walking in the line of the brave,
Emerge from the pit of diffidence, together we'll climb the mountain,
Untie your soul from the lynching string, we can again face tomorrow,
Deflect the pale light of the moon, I have the day's light in my bosom,
Let your face brighten even more, in my legion I don't see any sorrow,
Compromise calls for a genuine heart reshuffling from the very bottom.