It’s like a winters night, as the day fades away, temperatures plummeting, snow becomes icy, trees that haven given their last leaves dot the horizon. The air slows to a stop, it’s so cold that nothing moves, and the darkness creeps in like the dirt on top of you.
I had visions of this day and what the tears must say.
I had a legacy to reveal, which should of paid for my meals.
I thought my heart would be heavy at the end,
Maybe there would be a light from above like a godsend.
But instead it was happy,
The relief of the world filled my eyes as I ascended to the sky. My heartache and strife dissipated that night. It was like melting snow as it flows out from my heart like the streams of blood that now depart. There was not one whimper from me, because I lived a hard life you see, full of failures and wrongs. Wrongs sometimes as big as King Kong.
So why should it be celebrated,
Not reborn or regurgitated?
Because sentience is a gift,
Because contemplation is a gift,
And with these I grew,
With these new lines of thought ensued.
My heart poured over the turmoil,
Mind my raced for solutions,
Getting ever closer to conclusions,
And it’s that life is love,
And it’s that everyone needs a hug.
Our furrowed brow beats heartily on the world, and powers beyond our control, bring misery to bear.
Even soaked in blood the marginalized will rise, to proclaim peace and love, even when they have tears in there eyes.
These people are to be celebrated,
Their demand should of been satiated,
But it was not in vain,
even if the powers have not wained,
Because their hearts and ideas were passed on,
Into a new fawn,
One growing with strength,
As the next generation begins to quake.
So even if their life is short we must all partake,
To celebrate hope,
Not to mope,
To proclaim the change,
Even if the strong are deranged,
Because the legacy of life,
Should be to rise above strife,
The legacy of love,
should be given to all above,
So that one day compassion can rise,
To care for all throughout time.