I wait to see a Blockbuster film
where the teenage protagonist
helps a struggling father get peace
by writing a poem so moving
the landlord signs over the deed
so long as that young poet
Calls him on the first to read
Another poem ’bout a love so deep
The landlord has to contemplate the land,
Considers the words in the poem
And realizes he owns his acres secondhand
‘Cause the poet’s voice resembles
his grandma reading “Footprints In The Sand”
Which reminds him of his slaveowning grandpa
Who purchased people like people purchase land
So who is he to charge per acre
What is owed to every man?
The pursuit of happiness not the Ideals of capitalists.
School has to TEACH us to understand
That freedom is synonymous with wealth;
The change exchanged from hand to hand
All this in a poem. He loved the art
And how it inspired him to understand
That poetry’s a divine language,
A burdensome gift from God to man
This is the triumph I want to see
On the big screen, yes, I demand
New voices to write what they see and
how they speak– all for which they stand!
King David was a poet. God’s heart. Now…I understand.
A sinner man “after God’s own heart”,
He sought God in the gift written by his own hand.
God so loved David despite his sin
because He, too, killed a righteous man.
Reminiscent of God sacrificing His son
To leave those “footprints in the sand”.
Such a beautiful film, too bad its a poem.
True Art: historically censored OnDemand.