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

energy.

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

identity.

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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