FAVOR

FAVOR
At your door again today,
Knocking for a response of favor,
The troy of your creative mind and skills,
Which calls for a welcoming suiting art,
I'm at your door,
Still knocking on this sapele wood,
The sound of a voice I seek,
Not a present voice of a wood,
My thought and my feelings in this history books,
Thy heart is clean and cleanse with this tall broom,
With your favors you took this stool,
A king with a clean heart you rule,
We lay in act of gracious kindness,
On floor, the cloth lies in happiness,
Why wont the legs walketh in truth,
The love has change,
As the evil throws out it bait,
Favor? Where is that? When it in fade,
The souls are down in cold,
There lies the intestines, dry in hunger,
Where is favor?
The citizens are out of this behavior,
Should this inner pain drain favor?
As our slaves seek favor not freedom,
The jailer has taken the lands we fought for,
For our start of life owes our master,
Whiles we still seek for his favor,
Where do we see the freedom,
On this hills we stand far from the grains,
For she will still beg for alms,
In the darkest tree of her own lands,
Where is the favor now?
The road has turn and nothing is free.
Favor!!!
@jcsonjenuis