The moment of great chance stirs
Hidden potential buried beneath the surface… It sits
Aversion to it’s wisdom is futile
For the embodiment of humanity reside therein
A seed that could change the way we view the world
Born free, delivered by flight
Among a dawning age a dream takes flight
Theft never giveth
Yet, alms never taketh away
Shall speaketh any spilled blood unto the earth
After all, I am my BROTHER’S keeper
For a man’s blood is sacred
Fueled by the spirit of eternity everlasting
Let there be enlightenment!
Thus, the fluid of kinship flows
Man is but a bundle of relations
A mere knot of roots, whose complexity
Can be encountered in me
“In light of gold, fire purges the soul
Bringing forth brilliance out of darkness.
Which inevitably manifest itself in the form
Of a blood clot, nestled along divine corridors
Ultimately, leading us a step closer to our finality.”
An excerpt from “Archives of A BLACK MAN” written
by Antonio Moses
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