This was written by my father,Robert lester.
pure genius as far as am concerned.


the martyer..

I tried so hard to be a gental soul
I did not know how, people would abuse and use me--
They said; live and learn and in return and...
I tried so hard to be a ruling king their man of fame ah , people would abuse and use me.
They said live and learn and in return and....
They took me and they killed my body
A stone or two just would'nt do,
A thousand pieces they did tear me.
They said live and learn and in return and live and learn and in return and...
I hear the voice of God, the saints are calling me.Off to a place on high
No one can follow me, they took my body but they did not touch my soul
Far down below I see those who elected me
Far down below I see those who rejected me
They took my body but they did not touch my soul,
Touch my soul.



Poetry by rob lester
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Written on 2010-04-14 at 00:58

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This offers a look into a person's soul and what made the man (or woman). It is a story shared by those who see different things when looking at the world, who understands more than most and sees beyond what is and into what could be. Or what should be. Or what will be. I feel the frustration and acceptance of this plight.
2010-04-14