Rhythms from within

Things are not working.
Energy is sapping.
Brains are draining.
Knowledge is diminishing.

These strike a chord in my heart.
Like music,
rhythms are produced.
Words emerge in its path.

My heart weeps for the downtrodden
who are helpless and hopeless.
Their visions have been turned into illusions.
Their dreams have flown away like streams.

Our leaders are no do-gooders
whose eyes cant see beyond their noses.
Corruption has become the watch-word for prosperity.
Greed has been given authority.
Mediocrity has replaced meritocrazy.

Tears gush out for the people.
Poverty and apathy has coloured them purple
for they have no shining armor
to enliven their humor.

Will there ever be a savior?
I ask myself as I sit under the jacurunda tree
waiting for the muse to give me wings to fly.

'yes, there will be!',
a voice answers.
'but not in flesh and blood',
he adds.

The flesh has become too rotten
to produce anything good.

For solution,
we all need to turn to our maker
who will surely ca er to our matter.

Hope lies in the future.
A new road has been created by HIM.
A timeline has been established.

Only those that have eyes will see.
Only those that have ears will hear.

The rhythm is strong in my heart.
Its path resounds clearly in the beat.
Millions are finding it.

The doors are still wide open.
The rhythm still as strong as ever.

The keys dangle...