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The Poetic Word

City Of Vultures

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

They try to

Silence us

Try to

Bury us

Try to

Target us

Try to

Condemn us.

 

But our cries can no longer be contained in the belly of the beast.

These ranges are overflowed that the public

Are forced to see.

Even enemies are starting to feel more empathy, maybe sympathy,

But now at least they speak.

 

Parking lot justice are becoming media attention grabbing,

Even outlets want their share of their piece.

 

We are the reflections of society’s reality and well-being.

We are the reflections of political corruption

Coated in political correctness to be forgotten and shunned.

We are the reflections of the darkest innermost thoughts of a human’s heart.

 

You will not silence us,

Because one voice being cut off

There will always be another voice to fulfil that void spot.

 

We are the ones that were placed in the shoe because we spoke up!

Hunger strikes triggered across the land

Even the Ministry can’t turn the blind eye,

They reputation on the line

Their salaries risk being declined.

 

Even among their nest

There have been internal conflicts

With exhaustion from the veterans

The new ones come in new light with confusion; they don’t want to continue

So they make their own rules

Things do get worse before it gets better.

 

Unfortunately maybe this is only another trend that will subside like a dying candlelight,

But the fight cannot come to cease

Because as humans

We have the privilege of hope

The only thing that kept mankind alive

 

One way of the other

The city of Vultures will come down

Like the walls of Jericho

Like the walls that torn families apart,

When we least expect it,

Call it a miracle.

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The Poetic Word

Everlasting Flames-to be Submitted

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Passion being fulfilled

Is like cottonwood fluff burning evenly

Across the land.

 

Not being caught up by any unnecessary

Distractions.

No need to set off forest fires

That don’t need to be provoked,

If there were no blessings

And ceremonies that are ancestral

Wisdom led.

 

Knowing that achievements stack up

Internal minds

Is refreshing to quench the thirst of

Success, like an oasis within a desert.

 

It is a breath of fresh air to the spirit

When all was given so the fruits are

Real,

Unlike wishful thinking without

Determination shown in actions

Is like praying while walking through

Scorching sands.

 

Not distinguishing which water of life

Are mirages

Tempting for a taste,

Deceiving any visions.

 

Even divine messages are lost

If a heart

Stubborn as boulders

Does not listen to the intuitions

Cautioning with series of

Discernments.

A open minded being

Will have doors open.

A humble being that knows their worth

Will succeed without burning any bridges.

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The Poetic Word

Trust In Silence

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

When was the last time

that you sat in silence?

Where every detailed sound

From the whistling wind,

Talking trees,

Busy traffic made of streams,

Tingled the ear drums

Away from manmade machines.

 

When was the last time

Embracing nature gifts

was of great importance?

Spilling secrets

No human mind would comprehend,

Only the wisest ancients

Found deep in the Earth’s crust

Would tell nothing,

No one,

A type of loyalty that no fame and money

Would make it

Turn into a sellout.

 

When was the last interaction

Between skin and sand

Had the body had time to heal itself.

Transferring tensions into the ground

Balancing unwanted weight

Into Mother Nature’s arms.

 

When was the last time

Natural medicinal plants and food

Was replenishing

Detoxing clogged up organs.

Instead of destroying natural remedies,

And claim cures by injecting the body

Will more poison.

 

Relying on money hungry policies.

Bylaws instigating destruction.

When was the last time

Silence was allowed to answer

Mind boggling questions.

Allow silence to discern

To caution on everything around

Only silence will speak the loudest!

Trust in silence.

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The Poetic Word

How beautiful it would be to love again

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Like relearning to crawl,

Taking baby steps

Praying that there will be no falls.

Reopening back up a secured vault,

Filled with luxuries of the most potent

Human emotion,

A necessity to remain sane and strong.

 

It cures and reverses illnesses.

Prolonging healthy life

Once the barriers crumble

Like brick silos.

 

A renewed love resurfacing

Unhealed wounds

To be properly treated

Instead of decaying.

 

If only love could exist

Without any historic chains

To pierce the tender flesh

Of a beating heart

That wants to love,

Not to risk being in pain once again.

 

How beautiful it would be

To fall in love again.

Heights being reached

To know what it means to love again.

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