The bleeding of my pen
never comes out of wound
It is a simple testament
Of a concern brother
The blaring of my voice
means no harm
It only shows how concern I am
To your vulgarity
Did I hear you well?
Did those words actually escape
from your mouth?
That you came from a finished vessel?
Why he is moulded from a mere dust?
Why speak so mean of your root?
It is ignorance dear beloved
Pure ignorance and arrogance
My side bleed profusely
When I here you loud your ignorance
None here contend the stage you effort to create
It is no crime for a man to
Walk out of his own castle
It is just a show of ownership
Your hair running down your toe
Unleashes the beauty I freely offered you
Remember this.