I published this poem a few days ago, and really got some great feedback from it. Shortly after I played it to @sirlunchthehost, and he decided to take the poem under his wing and add a bit of flavor to it, and in my opinion definitely a flavor to savor!

I sincerely hope that you enjoy the outcome as much as I did!

I Stand In Hope!

Stature of history are rooted in cultures,
as politicians do their rounds like circling vultures,
feeding from the corpses of fallen dreams,
while decaying flesh dangles, from their talons and wings.

Can they not see the sunsets of the African skies?
Can they not smell the rain as the clouds roll on by?

Are they blinded by illusions of their falsely scripted laws,
of this nation in hope, without probable cause?

People are spoon-fed on their governed demands,
the administrations of morals are raped,
as legislations cut of its hands.

Propaganda’s rolled in syrup,
and served as a buffet,
while ambivalent spectators,
admire the spectacle on display.

Does their distorted views of self-righteous act,
leave much room to keep hope in tact?

Can they not feel the rhythm of this African heart,
over cries of this nation, so torn apart?

NO LESS,
I stand here hopeful, in this fields of blood and bone

NO LESS,
I stand here hopeful, and I do not stand alone!

A very special thank you @sirlunchthehost!