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MIGHTYFUL13 POETRY is the revelation of Fitzroy Francis wise mind and inspiration. It is a medium by which knowledge is shared to uplift the oppress, the less fortunate and the neglected. Read and be fill wt the message so your life may change for the better.


April 2019

A Truthful Lie
by Fitzroy R. Francis

They think lie
See lie
Speak lie
Eat lie
Drink lie
Inhale lie
Exhale lie
And now they are living a truthful lie.

Lie is their character and personality
In a world of alternative fact
Where truth to them is not the truth
And what you see and hear must be refute
What a perception of their thought
Elevating lies while truth becomes nought
And who would have thought
That lie is no more abomination if being taught
Even though they are exposed and caught

Lying has become a norm
More dangerous than a raging storm
A devastating disease that causes depression
Putting people's life in recession
Lie was once a transgression
But it seems no more even in a confession

Lie will never eradicate the truth
No matter how much they dispute
So live your life not because
But to know it is a route
That will guide you along like a flute

The Blind, The Dumb, The Deaf 
by Fitzroy R. Francis

The blind see feelingly
The dumb speak wordlessly
The deaf hear soundlessly
Yet their minds think fearlessly
The things they comprehend
Is of no pretense
With great acknowledgment
The negative they resent
Never thought of being handicapped
Or like being called inpaired
So they work together to make every cent
Exercising their ability to be independent.

See no evil
Speak no evil
Hear no evil
So their minds are very content
Living life to its fullest
Without anyone's consent
Going around with goodness
Sharing such effervescence.

The never seen eyes
The unspoken lips
The unheard ears
Is a beauty to behold
A puzzle to many
And a revelation of the untold
As they mysteriously unfold
Definding the human soul
Which can neither be bought
A can not be sold

March 2019

by Fitzroy R. Francis

The Earth is our home
With so many displaced people
The sky is our roof
Yet no shelter to lay to see its beauty
The ground is our floor
But its comfort we never fuldure
The herbs is our food and medicine
But we've being fed with prescription poisons
And when we die of these pollution
The Morgue, the Church and Cemetery goes in monetary celebration
Colluded with the Theologians
That Heaven or Zion is the place for souls relaxation
Free from life's pain and sufferatiion
While buried through denominations
Is deemed a fulfillment of the biblical Revelation.

The Earth is our home
Existing in a universal space
The Earth is our home
Its divine origin they cannot trace
The Earth is our home
For years mankind is trying to embrace
This mind of scientific evolution
Studying and researching
Has been their only solution
But I know Jah Jah Iration
Is from matter, life and time;
To the ultimate perfection.

The Earth is our home
The only place with living existence
The Earth is our home
With oxygen in great capacity
The Earth is our home
With Mass, radius and surface gravity
The Earth is our home
It acceleration and velocity
Is define through its kinetic and gravitational potential energy
The Earth is our home
We are not Nomads
The Earth is our home
So no more we will roam

by Fitzroy R. Francis

A woman's love is like the ocean
Fathomless depth and vast proportions
To be with her take great livication
Undying commitment
Without distraction
Many men tried to find their place
But through disloyalty
They fell from grace
Looses her charm
And sweet embrace
To what they did
She has a great distaste.

A woman's love is like an ocean
Her tide can be high
Or sometimes low
Smooth as silk, is how she flow
In wiseness and intelligence
She excell and grow
But in her wrath
She is very distraught
Nullifying stupidity
Into total nought
Once she's treated good
You get the best of thought.

A woman's love is like an ocean
With moving currents and traction
Her energy-efficient and vibration
Is a forceful winds of interaction
So never disrupt her meditation
Else there will be a serious reaction
With a true sense of devotion
There will never be a commotion.

February 2019

by Fitzroy R. Francis

She knew no father
Then her mother died
From child to adulthood
She became a mother of ten
A woman of great interdependence
Creating herself into a job
Never has an intention to rob
Disenfranchised because of where she were from
Inadequate education from school
But she was no fool's tool
So she keep pressing along
With divine blessings and inspiration
Her only hope to escape rejections and sufferatiion
A woman of her own creative language
To many it was uncompehensive
And when we get her wrath
It comes with some bumboclath.

Mada Pearly as she was affectionately called
Never surrender to the negative at all
Resisted the ghetto stigmatism
By standing tall
Discriminated by many of her peers
This woman of strength, couldn't be compared
Giving praises to God that dwell therein
While the self-righteous think it was a sin
Her church was her intuition
With the power of love she despised political division
Very calculative when making a decision
Doing what's best with great precision.

A fearless human being she was
Overcoming many obstacles that came
And for her children and others sake
Education was the pinnacle to take
So ceaselessly she worked
Wit' har crocus bags and baskets
Supplying the community with provisions
Coming from Darling Street and Coronation Market
As life and time progress
One dreadful night she just transmigrated
Into the realm of space
Beyond our minds and comprehension.

If I Die 
by Fitzroy R. Francis

If today or tomorrow I die
Please don't cry
Because when I was alive
You never share a sigh
I don't need a funeral
And care zero about a burial
The condolences you will say
To my family and love ones can stay
But if they wish to accept
It won't be in reject or becomes a subject.

If today or tomorrow I die
The truth will out live the lies
And the evidence of how I tried
Can never be denied
But to those who think it's opaque
Look into the mirror and don't be vague
And if you live to please everyone
That's where your troubles began
Only some people will understand
In life you must execute your plan.

If today or tomorrow I die
Don't wonder why
It's the only guarantee I know
As a day will come and go
You may or may not be aware
It's like time that disappeare
You can resist it in your mind
But be prepared to meet the divine
It's the transmigration of the soul
Returning to where life is unfold.

January 2019

The Sky Is Crying
by Fitzroy R. Francis

The sky is crying tears
To see humanity living in fear
Days of uncertainty looms
Because world leaders doesn't care
Political gloom
Religious doom
Atrocities, above and beyond
As destruction engulfed the land.

The sky is crying tears
The solar system is in despair
It was never God's plan
To see the downfall of Man
Who eroded the rules of law
And exposes to earthly flaws
Defying the Order of Iration
Now Man is facing retribution.

The sky cries tears through the clouds
As lightening flash and thunder sounds
Deforestation is immense
Ruin of the ozone layer are intense
Climate change is no pretence
Because of human incompetence
Now we are seeing what it bring
As Our existence is on the brink.

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