Little black boy standing in the shade under the tree of life
Watching the leaves of opportunity and chance
Fall just out of his reach
Watching the leaves of opportunity and chance
Fall just out of his reach
He is unable to move crawl walk or run
The roots from the tree of life have grown into
The soles of his feet
Small branches choke his ashy ankles
Hanging him upside down right side up
Thick overgrown foliage at the top of the tree
Does not always allow the rain to feed
The fertile ground at the base of the tree
Where his inspiration for growth comes and goes
Red roses with pointy thorns grow
From the palms of his bleeding hands
When he tries to smell the sweet peddles of the rose
The little black boy is stung on the tip of his nose by
Pollinating bumble bees that feed on his nectar
From the palms of his bleeding hands
When he tries to smell the sweet peddles of the rose
The little black boy is stung on the tip of his nose by
Pollinating bumble bees that feed on his nectar
The red roses often die when he clinches his fist
To pound the dirt to loosen his feet
So he can be free
To pound the dirt to loosen his feet
So he can be free
The little black boy often cries
He know he cannot survive without
The roots from the tree of life
He know he cannot survive without
The roots from the tree of life
Posted 12/9/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
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