A LITTLE TOO LATE

How can my heart love
When it is drained of its capacity to feel 
You speak of love as though it floats on air
But with this idiotic idea love soon disappears 

Love is the foundation 
And the very existence of mankind 
When the heart embraces its philosophies 
The root of love penetrates deep into the psyche of man
And produces kindness, empathy, strength and compassion

The weak is made strong by love
The broken hearted is healed by the hands of love
The poor's wealth is discovered by the acts of love 
And wickedness is consumed 
By the strength of love 

But you have covenantally deprived me 
Of the ability to love
You've blocked my path with segregated streams 
Where racism runs deep and poverty screams 

You've imploded my righteous thoughts 
With your dynamite of hate 
You've obscured my vision 
And lay waste my faith 

Now in your crisis and desire to survive 
You bacon from your platform of fear 
Needing my support to keep you alive
Finally recognizing that we breathe the same air 

But how can I show you love at this time 
When you have so easily 
Poisoned my heart and laid sieged to my mind 

It's time you face the fire 
Once ignited for my demised 
I speak as a fool 
To the rich, powerful and the wise.

Wilford Barker.