The Road Most Traveled

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One road forked at the intersection

Like a Y with its own wherefore.

There, perched on the tail of the twin lanes,

Drenched to the leather of my skin,

I was found yet lost in the chance game.

But it wasn’t as tough as it seemed;

I’ve been here before and I’ll be back.

My whole life has been shaped on this track,

I’m versed in it like the lines on my palm,

Every gravel, pothole and streetlamp.

There’s nobody knows me like the road.

If I should stray, the road will find me

And hold me and point me towards home.

I’m always on the road even in

The darkest part of the darkest cove.

It’s beaten its path thro an alley;

I rode its trail right thro a valley,

On the road, flung on the wings of love,

I foray into a strange matchless world.

I’ve caught thorns with the sole of my feet,

But the road’s been faithful thro the heat.

Even if prospects turn bleak I’ll go.

Two roads, two destinations, one me;

The road most traveled takes me home.

Akpan

Why We Can't Wait

I vote for peace

The kind found not in the absence of war.

The peace I root for exists in a calm, collected state of mind.

But we'll hardly attain that pedestal until we give these suicides pause;

Retaliate with lethal repercussions and serve them mayhem in kind.

If freedom is a bell, I say let it ring.

But let the hand of justice be the swing behind the ring.

Cause there will never be peace

Until every grain of sand is purged of this disease.

Now, I've heard folks argue that our fate will be dealt out by the ballots.

But when I ponder the nightmares fools unleash on my compatriots,

I say hand me a gun and toss the ballots.

They picking us out like clay pigeons and it's hard to exhale.

So if you got something to say, I suggest you step to it and not stall

Or they’ll wrench courage from our hearts. That's why we can't wait.

Akpan