“WALKS AMONGST YOU”
Only the dead prepares for a war that’s already been won.
Dead in mind, spirit, and faith,
-dead to this world, desolate in disgrace.
They’ve laid waste to future, yet speaks upon yours,
-be careful your walk, their seeds blisters of thorns.
I watch as they scurry, incite, and provoke,
-the game is rigged, next move, next hoax!
Tactical in mindset, yet broken in temple,
-tactless of life, mind set less than simple.
Pray-prayers pray, for they prey on your dreams,
-implode from within, their prayer-practice deems.
Blind eyes, deaf ears, befuddled in fate,
–beware of their walk, for their walk is of hate.
Catch up, slow down, hurry up, I behoove,
–they’ve laid waste to their minds yet walks amongst you.
Think About it.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson