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March of the worms
In this world
We are stars
And we are worms
All at once
So raise your heads
Brothers and sisters
And march on, onward -
Claim thine ownership
Of the universe now -
For thou art carbon descended
From the stardust of the heavens
And that thy DNA shows
Thou art kin to the worms beneath
For unto dust
Shalt thou return
And unto the stardust
Of celestial galaxies beyond
Shalt thou multiply forth
-By James St Nativeson
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Shakespearean
The ultimate question
Standing at the crossroad
Two paths lie ahead of me
Pondering over my question - which path to take
A Stranger arrived at my scene
Meditating over my question - which path to take
I stared at the Stranger
Meandering at the crossroad
The Stranger noticed me
Approaching me with the gentle voice
The Stranger calmly asked me
"Do you need any help?"
"Yes!" I replied hesitantly.
Whispering to me softly,
The Stranger lovingly said,
"Why didn't you ask me?"
I waited for you all day
And you never asked me
So I came to help you."
Gazing into the horizon
I was lost in thoughts
The Stranger held his hands out
And gently touched my shoulders
Lamenting over his statements
The Stranger humbly said,
"Child, I am the way
Ask me and I shall show the right path"
Staring into the Stranger's face with anguish
I bowed low with pity
The Stranger took my hands
And led me onto the narrow path
Catching a glimpse of the Stranger's face
Cool breeze swept over my body
Simultaneously we exchanged smiles
And walked on a glorious journey
The Stranger had helped me
answer the ultimate question!
-By Nancy Manukuro Tawampe
Righteous roots
Filter the good with the righteous funnel
There is always a light at the end of the tunnel
That speck of dirt shouldn't blind your eye
You should still see clear like the blue sky
Remove your darkened spectacles
Jah welcomes to the roots of miracles
We all have the right to choose
It doesn't really matter if we will win or loose
The game of love might kill your reputation
The game of death, a means of revelation
Improve your spiritualism
Jah welcomes to the roots of ritualism
We all have the right to our roots
Blow your trumpets, play the flutes
We will reap what we sow
For the goodness of your heart will show
To prove is not my intention
Jah welcomes to the roots of meditation
-By Anthony Kippel
 
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