Poetry and Art by Tilla Sonrise 
as we awaken from our slumber
i wonder the journey
of the awaken
earth
shaken shatter
like windows we pain
in labor
we give our wombs to tombs and seek graves
in heaven
seven come eleven crap is born
like children of the corn
they here the voice of damian
but don’t heed the omen
yellowstone choking
we run on lava afraid of the water
we don’t live
we die like lynched slaves
sleep looking for zees like jays
we dive for crumbs
london street corner bums
we sag our souls in church clothes
wondering why the dope is
still on london street
crispus attucts feet
on kunta toes
we awaken and speak with samurai swords
attached to our vocal cords
fighting a war without
when jihad begins within
we stand
we fight
we kill each other
then enemy still wins
the battle is fought and won
this is no chess board
queens fly but pawns run
into liquor stores
to chase away last nights pain
its sunday so strippers
head to the temple
and pray for rain
360 degrees of knowledge for gain
when sheep die
only the shepard remembers their nameS
like lions we roar but eat with broken teeth
dressing up for the party is not faith
and faith is only the beginning of belief
like thomas we believe after we see the blood
we ham because we believe after
we survive the flood
death comes daily
for the rich and the poor
the crips and the blood
the black and the white
the husband and the wife
even kids die when bombs drop
SO STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!
like nursing babes we cry for wombs
we’ve been living in the last days
since the beginning
so when will we realize the words
i come like a thief in the night
means at any moment
death can come for you
like lake of fire water running
your life is useless if you have not love
serpent or dove
even blind men can sense the wolf coming
sirens in the window
police at the door
if you aint gonna pray
then what are you fasting for
if you don’t believe in God then why do you care
and if you’re gonna live in sin
satan don’t answer prayer
when we awake we must open our eyes
quit fighting each other
cause everyday another soldier dies
for london street trying to stack wall street
you betta find the light or
listen to donkeys on paul’s street
because they take delight in our struggle
trying to wiggle from ourselves
make sure your word is truth
cause when you die
thats all you have left
STOP SLEEPING WITH SIRENS IN THE WINDOW
OR YOU WILL NEVER WAKE UP
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