SAVIORS AND HEROES


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see. faces of men, dancing in pale
shadows of sadness. Faces of men,
in quiet cemeteries; buried in
worn out emptiness and poverty.
beautiful cities of men, losing its
glories, through decades of silence.
we sadly waits for the birth of a
savior, to rescue us all, from the
wreckage of yesterday.
Oh, tell me why! Why do we humans
always waits for a savior, a hero?
Perhaps, we’ve been reduced to mere
men; forgetting that, we have an
inherent potential, to rescue each
other, when the evil hands of pain
& misfortune lifts its deadly head;
striking the innocent in cold silence.
Written by A.G. McDaniels // 11/11/15
Photo Credit: Google image

THE LIES OF THE RICH MAN – MY STORY


I was a little boy

With a dream, in Africa

The rich man stood standstill, with his entourage;

Pointed his hand on me, to Inquire about my parents.

His direct gaze on my innocent soul, scared the hell out me.

One of the guys stretched his hand, pointing to the

apartment which directly faced the street.

On seeing the curtain that graced the door of our apartment,

he knew too well that I was from a poor family.

He looked at me again; all my friends watch and wait,

as if we were being hypnotized by a deity.
His Words; “if this kid here, had rich parents,

he would have been a great person, in the future“.

Alas my parents were poor and broke;

The Words of the rich man was the last straw

that break the camels back.

He broke my innocent soul and sealed my destiny with a lie.

I grew up, embittered against my parents,

because they were not successful and

I was caged in a low self-esteem and hopelessness.

I have believed in what was not true!

I have belied in his ignorance

I have believed in a false statement

My teeth set on the edge, until i turned 17

Met Jesus, and He gave me living hope

Today, I have escaped the lies of the rich man

like a bird to his sacred place;

Living a fulfilled life of purpose and acceptance

In Him.

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