January 7, 2020/
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When I feel the pains Of our troubled society I take my scribing quill To design a beautiful day When my bruised heart bleeds For victims of strange creeds I carefully scrutinize my heart For the sacred voice of poetry When my dewy inward eyes Intuit their untold miseries And their dreadful stories I solemnly invoke Calliope I seek out for Orunmila The great Orisha of wisdom And beckon…
