The new world is full of jests like these.—
I am still waiting for the dove to return
With his olive branch, but here we are
Still waiting aboard Noah ark of hope
God always provides a way for us to begin again with Him.
The old world was tired of the sobbing death,
The whips, the scars, the white sheets,
the 2020 leaks, the secrets and the
Injustices to the low renters bargaining for a place to sleep/
Is the new world going to continues with jest like these,
Can we all sit in at the table of opportunity?
Can we do a delivery, without the Karen’s blocking out entrance
Can we walk the streets, without making eyes contact with law enforcement?
CAN WE?
I am still waiting for the dove to return
With a signal, to exit Noah’s ark,
Buffalo soldiers,
We can’t continue fighting for survival….
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