ReckoningA Poem by Laz K.Lift
the stone from the shoot, It
grows; pull up the weeds, and It
needs no further instruction, The
flower knows which way to go. Yet,
we carry sacks of stones, And
dare not grab and tear at the Evil
that creeps and climbs on Our
libs like the serpent in Eden, But
we feed it till we’re all but eaten. Pleas
for freedom ring hollow like A
sermon in an empty church, Lies
comfort us; the truth is a scourge. Plant
a good seed deep in dark soil, Light
a little lamp, and fill with oil. God
is not mocked, the world will turn, and We’ll
be paid in full what we earned. © 2025 Laz K.Featured Review
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