Compelled To Say

As I know I'm not well read,

mostly speaking from my head,

taking me down a memory full,

of so much more than I've been told.

In fact I'm grateful,

it brings relief.

I am thankful I did chose,

to take so long to speak on things,

that you've said are so wrong.

In this tale I know the truth,

must be very long in tooth.

As I go, I can see,

that this message has a history.

As a child I looked around,

I wondered about all of you,

why so much hatred,

for a difference in planned?

I just thought,

I was damned.

To get through this difficult stay,

I never imagined that these words I state,

could be found in history bound.

As I grew I learned to do,

the more I saw the less I heard,

what was said just caused me dread.

In this thought I felt deprived,

I watched Their lies become Their Life.

I lived to breathe,

so I could be,

 what I knew I still did see,

not to talk but rather walk,

to gain an understanding;

In this Heed,

to warn of a different Deed.

Due to a strange twist of fate,

I found my pen falling to state,

in these 'Pages of Now.'

In a desperate plea to myself,

to discover my why and so I delved.

Lost in this World were ideas,

that would bring prosperity by other means.

As if to issue blame,

enhanced Their game.

How strange am I to have faith,

that there is so much more than what you bore.

As if there is an entire Sum,

removed in total from your tongue,

as you curse and chastise from,

saying things like;

"Evil, Run"

I always felt within my Being,

an 'Inner Compass' pointing 'Need,'

as if the Winds I cannot see,

are calling out,

"Be for me!!"

A natural plead.