Nile
Reactions of the greatest magnitude
Shaking trembling the broad scope
Dante setting the mighty inferno
Comprised of layers of misery
In the wide open galaxy of what could be
Driven in a world of beliefs and faith
The streets wrath has no path
Obscure melancholy of the enchanted woods
Reincarnation from the deforestation
From the north to the south of this great nation
The holy strand from the cure can be sore
Whilst the simplicities are a dot seen from afar
Hysterically frantically running about
The shout of death is the final test
Substantial dots in the sky we must bless
Forever is the essence of tomorrow
The sorrow of genocide viewed from time
Level of the nine fathoms sublime
As riots occur to obscure to fathom
Straight from top to the very bottom
Unified as the sigh of the children hear shots
The old sit back watching the youth plots
The trots begin gallops on the gray horse
Whilst force changes from swords to guns
The lungs are polluted but why
Filling up the strange medias babies
Whilst two old men never fight the fight
The sight of children dying from hunger
Murder is the beast of burden
Whilst suddenly someone died writing this poem
Stretching the unknown to roam
The mind finds the holocaust of my time
Looking into the Niles wonders
Drips from people who are not the writers
The fighters fighting for serenity
Serenity now as the plow whisks their bodies away
The day is filled with hunger greed and disease
Benefiting from another exuberates tension
Fore the dimension is only one little dot
As the massacre of the innocent is still here
The painter throws an image
As the lineage from the tree is history
Praying in masses of millions
For the devastation never to happen to me
What is freedom if all people are not free
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
Reactions of the greatest magnitude
Shaking trembling the broad scope
Dante setting the mighty inferno
Comprised of layers of misery
In the wide open galaxy of what could be
Driven in a world of beliefs and faith
The streets wrath has no path
Obscure melancholy of the enchanted woods
Reincarnation from the deforestation
From the north to the south of this great nation
The holy strand from the cure can be sore
Whilst the simplicities are a dot seen from afar
Hysterically frantically running about
The shout of death is the final test
Substantial dots in the sky we must bless
Forever is the essence of tomorrow
The sorrow of genocide viewed from time
Level of the nine fathoms sublime
As riots occur to obscure to fathom
Straight from top to the very bottom
Unified as the sigh of the children hear shots
The old sit back watching the youth plots
The trots begin gallops on the gray horse
Whilst force changes from swords to guns
The lungs are polluted but why
Filling up the strange medias babies
Whilst two old men never fight the fight
The sight of children dying from hunger
Murder is the beast of burden
Whilst suddenly someone died writing this poem
Stretching the unknown to roam
The mind finds the holocaust of my time
Looking into the Niles wonders
Drips from people who are not the writers
The fighters fighting for serenity
Serenity now as the plow whisks their bodies away
The day is filled with hunger greed and disease
Benefiting from another exuberates tension
Fore the dimension is only one little dot
As the massacre of the innocent is still here
The painter throws an image
As the lineage from the tree is history
Praying in masses of millions
For the devastation never to happen to me
What is freedom if all people are not free
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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