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Thursday, August 27, 2009

For Ja
“Student” of Greatness


When the
teacher tires,
it is left to
the student to lead.
And if their ears
haven’t been tuned
to the teachings,
then silence will
follow.
Hollow will be
the tool
that lies between
two shoulders;
and upon the mind
will rest
ignorance, violence, and
deceit.
When fools lead,
fools follow;
and tomorrows
shall turn to
yester-years
re-igniting stereotypes, lies,
and fears.
If you scared,
say you scared,
afraid;
laid with dogs
and now lice medication
is sprayed,
from west to east….
The beast will continue
if no one is there,
to teach.
We reach with
impatient arms
allowing
outside influences
to damage the charm.
Chasing life chances
when the voices
dim to a whisper….
yet the teacher
deals directly with the future
and must give respect
if the river shall
continue to flow.
We deal in fields
that are barren,
but have the
potential
to grow.
So overstand
nurture; overstand
nature and the glow
of your aura
while always remembering
you are teaching,
humanity’s tomorrow.