The uncounted nod treeA Poem by sid inez philipsmore on political issueNear the silence of the giant deity While he’s sleeping in oblivion indignantly I’m still waving my branches to archive my beauty And ripen my fruits for whom forsaken me They passed me, as they never saw me At first, they will taste my ripen fruit But when they seek my darkest bark They will vomit my gifted art and kind heart
They measure thee not because of your glowing desirable flowers But uncounted you for having a detrimental barks and roots brothers and sisters they fool us like the old times Whilst Magellan sold us to white Uncle Sam Look! East and West! And even bold Olympia! Nobody owns me! No one… but me! But look who’s talking? Why brothers and sisters? Thy forsaken our mother’s keeping treasure! For you desire the brilliance of pleasure!
Until now, Give me my freedom that you said you’re presaging for people’s care I shouldn’t believe to the Lords like you, Enough! Enough! You’re just using me, Now take the ethereal glory Look at your king who looks like me! Take my prudence as my lava amidst beneath my own necessity Shower my greatest purity but not because of benevolence, nothing left but pity and mercy. We gave thee our greatest gift of life Now then we realize nothing has left Nothing..but more than sacrifice and lies © 2010 sid inez philipsAuthor's Note
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