by ISIAH
Glistening in the dark,
the fragrance in the air,
the chants of protestors as people become aware.
Problems at their pinnacle,
creak tremulous souls,
which gives power to the majestic
in hopes of enchanting mercy on those who atoned.
To all the hate and no grace in their lives,
in a rendezvous with happiness, completion is a chime.
No one is the same,
no funeral of these days.
No Satan to these days, unless you change your ways.
So…
Don’t risk that bird in one hand for the two in the bush.
For greatness is a vision but happiness is a must.