The soil

 

Before anything was we were.

We braved the sea.

We forged the new frontier.

We built great nations.

We taught devine concepts.

We created every sound, every rhythm, every beat.

We created stop lights in the streets.

We invented the procedure to preserve the human heat beat.

You can't keep hiding and dismissing our greatness.

You can despise us.

You can hate us

You can blame us.

You can ridicule us.

You can mock us.

One thing you can never do is ...

stop us.

We are the essence.

We the backbone.

We are the foundation.

We are the glue.

We are the original beings.

Without us there would be no you.

Our existence presents no mystery.

Our accomplishments can not be summed up in a mere 28 days.

Our story is world history. 

We are the light.

We are the truth 

We don't have to prove anything.

We don't have to compete.

We enhance everything.

We make life complete.

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Final say

  

You've been humble now it's time to do some humbling.

They had their turn.

They had their say.

No interruptions were made.

You remained perfectly poisoned.

You took everything with a grain of salt.

All that's over now.

Today's a new day.

No more suggestions.

No more interjections.

You have the floor.

Your running the show.

They don't get to decide.

They don't get to have any more opinions.

No more unsolicited advice. 

Its time for you take the controls and land your plane.

Its time to step up and be seen and let your input known.

You may come up against a lot of push back and those that like to naye say.

Just rember this.

When it's all said and done.

You get the final say.

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Land Mines

 

The Good book says no weapon for against you shall prosper but yet you bleed.

Everyday you barely escape an  onslaught or vicious attack. 

Each time is more desisting than the last.

You hear the battle a joined and shrapnel raining down  from the sky.

That was close another near miss.

You wonder to yourself who keeps on doing this.

The assailant always seems to vanish before you get clear look at their face.

You wonder what you've could've done to deserve such hate.

Are these seemingly relentless attacks destin to be your eternal fate.

You need answers.

You need to protection but still have no idea whose behind this incedious plot.

Who is carrying out these sinister deeds.

Their identity and motives has you stumped.

If only you had some sort of sign....some sort of clue.

The answer that you seeking is as plain as day.

It's standing directly in front of you.

This diabolical villain is you.

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