I would tell thee so many things

How could thee carry with thy yoke?
The yoke imprisons our Mother Earth,
Oh, oh, ye fight with me ‘cause thou art not happy,
But, but, and but I would tell thee so many things,
Alas, thee would flee to But, and say excuses,
Like me, that also flee to him with excuses,
I cannot fly, I cannot behave like our Holy Creator!
Like But that has so many things to say but,
Thee, oh the bee must protect by thee;
Thou protect their stings for Life.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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