The Showing

The Showing

(Apropos an Exhibition of the Times)

The hand of time paints

Upon the canvas of fleeing life;

Each stroke, a unique highway traveled.

Choices of both happiness and strife,

Chasing unanswered complaints:

Leaving weary twisted minds raveled.

Faith hangs audaciously on the walls of hope;

The easel of truth wobbles on uninsured slopes.

Gone are the masterpieces of peace.  Gone

To rotten fields of shattered dreams;

Unleashed holocaust terrors freely roam;

Justice torn apart at its tattered seams;

Yet liberation gestates in the galley of redemption.

Days of injustice are numbered and without exemption.