My People

My People

They say a vision
Without a mission
Is an illusion

This is why I thrive
To stay alive
So my dreams can survive

Many are lovers of themselves
Their dreams are small like an elf
Boasting of nothing in g-clef

I hope they become a better person
After learning their lesson
That being kind has its blessing

My people perish because they lack understanding
This is why I inculcate teaching
Which they take as preaching

At the end, they go astray
Useless like ash on an ashtray
Now do they beg for me to pray



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