Have you ever picked up the crumbs of existence? A poem?

[SemperFiReborn]

Crumbs
By S.F. Reborn (Koye Lott)

.... The Bread of Life was baked before time
Before time even..... thoughts of time...
.... We are dust in the winds of love knowing no hatred....

Feeling no pain.... pure and cleansed by The Bread....
......Eager we are for the crumbs.... of our existence....

[Sydney]

Although our existence may be only crumbs in the loaf or the blink of an Eternal eye, we are nonetheless eager to live out our span. Well stated and true.

[showsomerespect]

great.

here is a poem which is slap on racism by malcolm x,you can use this in case..

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I cold, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black.

You white fella,

When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey. .!

And you have the cheek
to call me colored!