by sylvan lightbourne
Caesar the ruler, Julius the caregiver,
two pieces pocket, profit the Roman empire.
Fought amongst dreamers, the people want blood.
Shrine the outcasts, crucifix the criminals
money cents imprints, failure of democracy.
Onto the eastern, where queens are fitted,
enslaved all nations, the Brittan are equipted.
The africans toiled, tell tale incarcerated
upon benevolous action, the black king bow,
and so this beginning of deserting odds.
Europe evolve, build tanks, build red army,
build the money to avoid.
Remembrance to power, that divided all strains,
on power attain and blemished riches that stains.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
My name is Sylvan Lightbourne, born on the 4/2/1985 in the small island of Trinidad and Tobago, located in the Caribbean. From the age of fourteen, i have founded a truth about a hidden talent of writing. After its explorative experimentation, it has brought me to a sightings of poetry. I have created literature of a warring faction, in both rhymes and music. War poetry fills me entirely. Other occurrences during that age brought me to another realm of wisdomic dimensions. The art of writing lost knowledges called " the power of uniformity and uniform powers". The author of "a product of insanity" which is my first published book . Published in the year of 2011 would be seen as a decadence occurrence to mankind. Literature filled with boisterous, courageous, loyalty inspirational doctrines would open the eyes of 21st century dissidents and holders of the spirited energies of the world. The second demise of this continued doctrinal efforts would be seen in my second book, soon to be created to the world.
Last updated August 18, 2011