Weary Rest

by Zaki

my people and i sleep deeply,

think weakly concerning life matters..

shattered dreams

never materialize as goals..

theories with poked holes permeate mental landscapes..

weak handshakes

mark shady affiliates..

derelict illiterate heroes promoted for hood dwellers..

or goodfellas, dressed

sharply in business suits,

cultural roots foreign to professed followers..

while historic borrowers conduct business as usual..

crucial elements of their

continued use of you for their gain..

to obtain money/power,

had to remove your name..

enter the game an unidentified dying object..

science project buildings hold

minions in a maze..

they star gaze for salvation with no earthly idea..

uncertain, by fear alone do they move onward..


not forward movement is involved..

no problem solved through ignorance protraction..

forgot that to have revolution

we need to take action..

morality factions make money peddling your soul..

you pay in for meddling,

get out of your mind more..

Weary Rest by Zaki

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