Three Kings
By Kabriel Moorehead
Like Revolutionary War Generals
Fearlessly we marched into battle daily
Unsure of the outcome
But resolute in our intentions
Greatness is not a award that is given away to the best in show,
Rather it is a trophy of humility
Bestowed upon and taken away from a worthy few continuously
A silent temptress,
That goads the world into meeting its true potential
By winding up a shallow pass onto a steep hill
This is not to say however, that greatness is a characteristic of the meek or sure footed
To become truly great,
Even for a fleeting second
Requires a divine mixture of skill of luck
So marching into the battle field, shoulder to shoulder
We simultaneously hoped that Father Time would stand by us
And pledged to never lose our footing,
If he didn't
Copyright 2012| Kabriel Moorehead
I like this poem, Kabriel. I'm really liking that quote "Greatness is not a award that is given away to the best in show, Rather it is a trophy of humility". Very creative. Keep up the good work!!
ReplyDeletebroo i like this piece man. i felt like sitting with the buddha under his tree lol dope piece my brotha
ReplyDeleteLol thanks Rob, and thanks Ana!
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