To Whom It May concern.

Dear Reader,

they say life is a gamble

so choose how you tumble,

if you fumble

it’ll bring you trouble.

I wonder,

is that true?

Should the sky’s blue

be something to hide from?

Should our feet cease to roam?

I thought, thought, thought,

what are our chances

of beating the odds?

Should we cast our glances

in the direction of gods?

What gods? Whose gods?

If i may ask.

Gods whose priests

wear animal faces for a mask?

Gods wose proximity

is the beards length?

Or gods who are to us

a mystery?

Black gods or white gods

blue gods or snout nosed gods?

A big divide indeed

who we worship,

how we worship.

God turned warship

instead of his children unite.

In totality I seek answers.

All I get are questions.

like;

Why are you so sad?

Why are you so bad?

What! Are you mad?

I DON’T KNOW.

When did our world

stop being ours?

Where did the striking beauty

Ms. Love go to?

Why did the value of ink

affect the letter writer

in that the written word

lost it’s immortal glow?

Dear reader,

help me understand

your mind and mine.

Make it easy for me to read

the authenticity of your smile.

Ms Love has many daughters

enough for you and I,

all bearers of the same surname.

Can’t we live together

forever and ever

sharing the glowing ember

that keeps our party

warm in the night.

The warmth not just

for the bearers of might?

How?

Not that question again.

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