A good man - Ed Mckinney

A good man.

We can cook
We can claw from Graves to heaven's mite.
We can, build from scraps.
We can, an we have so what's the blue collar of your desires.

We have been pleasing to other's
but, not to our own cause we
Don't have wealth, material fame
nor a name behind bar's. See, some
of else are stars from the after birth
dusk to dusk dawn left spring bang.
We will do the job
We can learn anything
We can, protect our home
WE overcome all odds, an road kills
We are leaders,
We are good men, so why don't you
help us an watch our backs like our
ancestors did our father's an mother's?
Black oil, diamond crest.
We had to, then again we loved you
more than life itself. Love is gone,
A good man, wants a good woman
no matter the soil she comes from.
We all come one source, that's the
sheep who laid his life an resurrected
from hell to glory. We are good man.
A good man...
Will survive within an without.
Will love a soul, who loves him
an nurtures him regardless of
the soul not being orginal black
oil. We all come out up from,
the mother land. We birth all
nations under God's an heaven's
will. So why not, be a good man too
a good woman regardless of the soul
Of soil she hails from?.
A good man...
Want be alone.
Will find his math mate, check the statistics.
Will not be, a slave the rhythm of lies.
Will not be, left to be console without his
Queen court, regardless of color of the soul.
Love has no physical body, soil is soil, cause
We all shall return back where we came up from.
Want tolerate insubordination any longer
from his Queen of black oil.
We want to be loved, just a like a good woman
wants protection.
A good man.
September 13,2016
Poem 163.5
Edwin Ed Mckinney
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crown mold.
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