Simplicity

Sleepless nights. A poem

Sleepless nights, my conscience is Yet playing another trick on me Someone, please show me where lies The keys to set me free

Runaway soul in deep search For truth, is there such a thing these days Whatever happened to noble breaths Of life, common courtesy, proper ways

Of old

Where did kindness veer off The unison to build strong children Against hollow evils, The future of a nation lies in its youth

How far are we willing to let go Forego our inalienable rights To live on and prosper To teach our seeds proper ways of old

Vexed souls in dire need of clarity, Of a righteous fiber to withhold us in These tumbling moments Perhaps, the ancient scrolls possess the blueprint We desperately need

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men — Frederick Douglass