It's been a while since something came up and a look in the past brought this across my wistful gaze. Some of you may have glanced at this one earlier and some may not. Nonetheless, this one is to the struggle... What is right or wrong may not be for us to decide as it does depend upon each of our perceptions, and I have taken just one. I would also like to stand my ground in my belief reagrding the struggles of fellow men, women, children, revolutionaries in their 'struggle' for the right to Freedom, Love, Expression, Live....
From the archives...
Its early noon, yet its pitch dark
The time had come for some, yet they walk
The journey has halted for those about to embark.
A mother looks around fearful of her womb
A crowd immersed her,
A dread engulfed her.
Somewhere in the distance, off goes a “meticulous plan”
Born in a cave or a boardroom irrelevant to the unborn child…
The Dust has settled, and gloom has descended,
If you pay attention, a child-like innocence has prevailed.
Battered & Bruised, Hurting & Dying.
A nation awakes; A raging bull
Like a storm before the lull.
“Masks” are worn, “Heroes” are born.
Morals are shot, Ethics in tatters, “‘tis time to avenge!!”
The glint of the devil behind this charade.
Above the din, below the heavens,
there flies a dove, desperate for penance.
She was a majestic color, pure & elegant at birth,
Now she’s back, with nothing to boast but a pitiful girth.
Time has passed; Flown for some, crawled for others.
Some say Evil is vanquished, others swoop like vultures.
There was a garden,
Homage to lovers, thinkers and frolickers amassed.
It’s still a garden,
But now it’s homage to victims, cretins & souls departed
We all yearn for peace,
Just don’t ask for my piece…
Let me kiss you,
Before I kill you…
The dust has settled and gloom has descended,
If you listen carefully, you can almost hear the sound of music.
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