How I look at Tribe and Religion

Hopeful is he who has the ability within
Of whom it is sincerely given to do
What ever it takes to achieve so much more
I wonder what to look for in unbelievers
Looking at how they treat other lesser beings
Of other colors, race, maybe yellow green, black
Of other faith, whatever it is they choose
Kindly killing others for their gods
Alive only in the shedding of innocent blood
Tenaciously holding up a course without a cause
Responsible only to that inner core to destroy
Icons of the people to whom no vision
Barbers of broken heads, and broken dreams
Empty totally of ideas, not given to progress
Abase, aback, opposers to all noble ideas
Nonetheless I stand not in judgement of anyone
Debating affairs bothering on our makers supreme concerns
Bathing in murky waters you cannot purify
Earning only heaps of coal on their heads
Lady that I am in every way possible
I stand not in judgement of creed or tribe
Gearing up myself in to His precious palms
Igniting only the most heavenly kindly thought possible
Only oasis of love most sought for people
Nine lives like cats, mine one to live.

Bose