I'm stuck
with the notion to place
my prophetic pen in motion,
kinetically moving through
trials and tribulations;
consumed inside the jungle
of concrete chemical warfare
with silent weapons,
quietly stepping on economic hitmen,
silencing revolutionary words
with family death threats
and absolute absence of mutual respect;
blank checks for services rendered,
pockets empty because governments are unscrupulous;
creating disease to be the #1 holder of the true vaccine...
Life is a traffic jam...
I'm stuck...
consumed with nonsense,
problems that need to circumvent,
sins needed to repent,
like seeds from trees when I'm bent...