I stand before you today with little fear
Fear of the future that lingers in yesterday
I stand before you knowing that it will only take experience to convince you
I stand before you knowing the very outcome of my fruitless journey
I stand before you with a clean heart
Though my feet have been in the rough
Though my clothes have been washed just twice in their lifetime
I stand before you disadvantaged

When did the day become so bright?
So bright my dark heart can see the light
And there stand my eloquent opponent
With his harlem of halo
With smiles and smirks of satisfactory
Knowing the very outcome of this journey
His fruitful journey

Who will moderate this business?
Will it be the hungry man who will frown at me all day because I can't feed him?
Will it be the church goer who will give cold shoulders to truthful arguments?
Will it be politician who already imbibe in my opponent the oppulence of vices?
Or will it be my friends who have long sold the ingredient of sanity just for salvation?
But hopeful I am
Hopeful because my only enemy is against the truth..... Truth?

The business has started
The congregation is seated
My heart is getting heated
and there sit my opponent, calm as a lamb
Quiet as a tomb but deadly as a bomb
A nuclear bomb.
The only one who is out here to support me is the wind
The moderator calls on me
How I wish it could be the creator's call

Their hands stay fallow while I speak
Knowing they are saving strength to applaud my opponent
I quoted Du Bois, Martin Luther, even their very own George Washington
Their conscience seems impressed but their body refuse the feeling
Awaiting my departure with tired faces
Outpouring my emotions in many phases
Relieving them from the ordeal of truth
I retire to my cold sit while my warm heart continue heating.

Applauds escorted my opponent to his sit
Telling the people what they wanted and keeping the truth away like a Masonic secret, locked up in some tomb.
Only enlightened few can save the truth
Few who understand the symbol of truth
Virtue, Courage, Hope and Integrity.
All of which I lack.
I have lost the debate to flesh
But as bad as it seem, I celebrate
For I have won their conscience.

Poet: Freeman David..



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