Philosopher's Pen

What if your life was a candle And your spirit a fire What light will it kindle When the candle burns out And the fire leaves 

If God came to you And promised you for sure That you become extremely rich all your days but irredeemably foolish  Or extremely wise but never know wealth all your days What would your choice be? From your choice Who are you?

You are not great than me Neither I than you You are a light as I am And me as you I pass in the breath like you And you I You were made for my destiny And me yours You are greater than none  None is greater than you We are one and we are many That is perfect This moment leads to your tomorrow As mine does Dominions and power was made for you So we're they made for me Where you stand is different from me Yet our fate are knit so close Every price has to be paid Hail you hail me Hail all Hail above àll the maker of all

If there was hope and she is here now The same light is flickering through all my days However large or little I hold on to it close to my heart Steadily forging forth To the days of many days Even then new hope is born

A tribe looks into the sun Wondering if they had betrayed God or vice versa Their King shading a tear, not for himself but for a people Life was threatened  Fear for their children gripped them Hope for them dimming like twilight  Neighbors holding them in derision But one last torch was left unspent The torch of corruption and filth They hated it but that was their last hope After deep reflection and the King quiet The elders spoke and said " It is time to raise a mafia, whose filth matches the world Whose darkness can fight with their darkness Only he will be able to bring back our light Only he will fight for us"

The burden of the nation is on the shoulder of its people Like a donkey, they only work well when the master is kind Like a cow and it's calf are the citizenry and their families feed the master with milk and work their farms The two can only feed if and on what their master decides as much as they work for all of it In democracy the slave chooses the slaver, but does he really?