When winds blow down trees

and tides began to recede

when oceans bring up breeze

and man holds to a creed

and we hold just to release

releasing all just but a seed

will we appeal just to appease

in the hopes that man will be freed

as if mountains could bend from the side

as if darkness could escape from light

like the moons attraction to a tide

its rising, it’s falling, it’s stalling

like the evil behind all of pride

like the sin that causes so much grief

leaving man to always take a side

so short, short lived, so brief

Ayanle Dhat
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