I declare ,
Every grain of my mind
I have
spared.
The dust of my ancestors
ready to be repaired
Does time define
the worth
of what you have designed
If you asked me to end your bloodline
I politely decline.
How do you teach history,
If your words never held consistency
How do you call this history,
if in your stories held no victory
Only a fool has the audacity
to write history
without an opponent who
gifts him an injury.

Deeply cut
Who are you
Without an ally who gifts
you with a basket of lemons
A bitter taste
it changed you in a
different shape

I declare,
I gave you a grain of my mind,
If together we bound
Then why was my seed planted
where no river was found

Does time define the
Significance of what you've designed
Because only a fool writes history
in the past.
It you wanted your message to last

The present
is everything that you ask.
This moment,
  is the sand
  in which you plant your seed.
It's the ticket
  to the most lavish suite
Can you feel every heartbeat

Embracing the blessings given
by the unseen