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A question Arising Has long lingered
At the edge of the horizon
Many people have paid the ultimate price…
To reveal the truth, of their convictions
(Pause …in reflection)
stopped Falling aimlessly,
Through this living space
Stopped pretending someone else
Controls your destiny
Between life and death absurdities…
Interject the dream with you…
Fully immersed in it
Until you feel Truth in the connection,
Believe your perception
Reflects your reality…
In the truth in the light,
This is the time in your life
To ask What in your life
no mistaken guises
Only clear visions,
Path ways and insights
To retrieve, all stolen treasures
Of historical significance
Revealing a method to the madness,
Islands of happiness from the seas of misery
Our visions of a place in the stars
Revealed in the night even distant suns pale
Through the veil of sadness
Perhaps we’ve been too trusting
Since being carried away
from home and families
Beat down raped and murdered
The justice derived for those of
“us”
who survived the fall
The truth of it all
Goes straight to the jugular
cuts like a knife
Placing our hearts in a vice
The inhumanity, inflicted
Conflicts with supposed justice
Tease of offering, Christianity
Word to the wise
Illumination on the present
Be careful, in your daily actions
Watchful of those proven, to be your enemies
Rise into your new sense of nobility
Into the skin you were born into
No more being someone to be played with
Too trusting to open your eyes
Not knowing where to
To turn to when you’re in need
Unsatisfied with your reflection
In society
A more natural progression
An unkept promise to deliver
A request to be heard
denied…
What justice you perceive
Where is the peace…
What you believe
came with the bill of rights
Was the shell game twice again
First, lane
Your rights come at a snails pace
Replaced, instead By the selfsame
Bill of sale, Second, aisle
With a handshake and a “smile”
By The master of guile…
Will sell you your very own piece of land
And a home in a flood zone
Make your payments so affordable
You’ll be paying it off till your last days
Who says crime doesn’t pay…
Who are you?
Why are you here?
When you tire of the game
Of the evil genius
of the master of distraction…
Ask!
Who Are
You?
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