The Lever

The sky is pregnant,
And her sons ready to burst out,
The land is barren,
Thirsty for this heavy downpour.

Time has rolled on,
And the sky has refused
To let go,
The earth is famished,
And every green plant has begun to wither.

The time has come,
To invoke the sky,
To let go and release,
Every of her potentials.

We all are pregnant,
The black man is heavily pregnant,
With ideas,
With innovations,
And with resources.

But our land is barren,
Because,
We have refused to bear our sons,
The sky is dark,
Because we still cling to what matters not,
Because we still aren't ready to grow,
Rise up and build up.

#hephzibah_speaks