In This Tin CupA Poem by RalphyJob's Plead to God, part one
In this tin cup...
Oh how the world is lost
in an illusion of stupidity
that words are shades
of black and white
the middle holds
the truth of only who’s right
rivers of people, lost
the greed is flaunted and scorned
blamed on the weak
and those possessing, even the unborn
we are punished for things that we do
but what we do tends to
dictate what one can do and can’t,
a soup of someone else’s dirt
for our traditions horrid on others
who you can love echoes in a chant
a true measure for our sisters and brothers
you told me that I’m here to save
so I abandon my life
for those you said gave
I now must endure and suffer
more and more each day
until the angels come to absorb and buffer
to take me away
Each step I climb brings me closer
to understand those around me
but the path is always narrow and confusing
do I bury my head so no one can see?
Job’s last whisper…
I didn’t abandon them
I reached out and gave them my hand
they pulled me down, into their world of pain
they try to control their world with illusions
none of this was here before, why do we need their fame
I ask you to look upon my tin cup…
I cried for days and thought about the children
those that lost their life to parental claims
innocence is the virtual you told me
snuffed by those that ripped the fabrics of shame
I never question you, nor did I complain
I watched the wars capture and rip hearts,
I constantly exclaimed, the blood spilled and spoils the land
watched your land, decay and rot
The people driven to a level of insane
with such death, nothing grows
even if nurtured by the levels of rain
plant all they want, but nothing to sow
Yes, I see the sun, in the fires of the morning
and the moon in crest of the night
and the rise of love in your word
but not a soul will be saved
They don’t see you, they only see what they believe
I know you because I accepted the pain
so the clouds can roll over the moon
and deliver the pouring rain
they whimper about the happenings
crying seems to be the only measurement
so I’m here to give you my cup made of tin
with the love I filled within
my tears are captured and laced
with our foolish beloved sins.
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5 Reviews Added on February 21, 2009 Last Updated on February 21, 2009 AuthorRalphyBelleville, MIAboutNo matter how dark life is, or how clouded, there is always a lighter side to itone that fills you heart with love and your soul with joy Im a complex person of multiracial background, about 5.. more..Writing
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