A ...question...

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life

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)

…stop…  

Falling …aimlessly,

Through this living space

Stop pretending …someone else

Controls …your destiny…

Between life and death …absurdities…

Interject… the dream… with you… 

Fully immersed in it

Until …you feel …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”

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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