Weep Quiet, the Coming Storm

Posted: December 12, 2014 in on poetry
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We cry for humanity, when our errors are revealed,

the public marketplace sells tickets

for a daily stoning and the world attends.

In the front row they stood only to have a chance

to be the first menace to draw blood.

Everyone roared in support of this directed


A mass burial of ignorance run rampant.


We lose lives everyday to a timeless reality,

and yet the living go on personal walks of shame.

When we die everyone forgets, everyone forgives.

yet when we are living, we cannot abide

a societal miscue, a divisive act of depravity

that shakes all of our strength to the core of


A mass burial of ignorance run rampant.


I know a man, I knew a man, I did,

who favored a world of love and peace,

a hauntingly powerful man with an elegance

that named me, my namesake, I am his name.

Tonight I weep with quiet tears in our salvation,

while three beautiful souls begin their journey,

one human being remains trapped in scrutiny.


Funerals and weddings, parlors and dance halls,

smokey dens, and back alleys, a gentleman’s club,

freeway solicitations and library exposures,

we are a society driven by our flesh alone.

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