All my work, my life, everything I do is about survival, not just bare, awful, plodding survival, but survival with grace and faith. While one may encounter many defeats, one must not be defeated. By: Maya Angelou MAYA ANGELOU Life is a Muss, Age so ripe that rest has taken place, Her dancing away so aching, remembering her flows tears, Called to eternal home where all mankind submerges out of earth, Stubborn with her passion made her a Heroine, Zeal so daring, Fire non quenching and goals reached, Her imperfections made her uniquely a saint, She strode with a strength of an eagle. Her faith was patient and it endured, Heights attained became a ladder for willing hearts, Criticisms catapulted the queenship of her personality, I call her JACK with a Mastering spirit. Her reincarnation from being a caged bird grew a tree, And it's fruit gave strength to the lives of many, Knew her not, heard her not, Nevertheless, A review drove my pen to pen. My love
The herdsmen... They are beings in form of cows, Hearts so dark and cruel, Cries touch not their pouch, They sip blood like it's a meal, Devouring livelihoods like it's realities real. Grazing on roads, Obeying them, as if traffic signs, To their errors, we dare not call, For their spare is ever near, To strike the peace we once most shared. In our toil they reign their foil, For to them, it's all but shame, In our toils they game and gain. And to them it's all that matters. Brain so dull, eyes so dim, thinking so shallow, Complexions so deceiving, Shepherds with knives not sticks, Seeking wars rather than wading in on the course for peace, Waging terror and horror,. They are warheads for warmongers, They crave for blood more than vampires, Having no sanctity for the household of God, Spilling the blood of the innocent in the synagoues, Yet in all this, to faith we have prayed, Crossing our fingers,to God we wa