are we dreaming or are we
still sleep we got to stay 6"
apart to keep from going
6" deep we can't go until
Simon says so we wait for
relief from commander and
chief like on a reservation
housebound to "Legislative"
rules and regulations like
"Legit slaves" fearing graves
when there's nothing left
sep't death threats of
coughing, sneezing and
shortness of breath as if
we got much wind left in us
all the grief & stains of pain
left behind of our buried
bereaved and bereft
slowly taken away everyday
if this is living take my life
I'll get it back in a switch
like turning on and off
a light no matter how deep
we dive we won't scratch
the surface there's no
bottom to this nonsense
cash app my tithes "please"
won't do that church is closed
God is on to these thieving mongers
when it rains it thunders
still I wonder why are we
still down on our knees
if our King did not sneeze