In a place of shadows
In a place of shadows
fallacy reigns
and on my journey from birth I hear echoes of humanity
where passions of faith ignite conflicts of rage
and war is its residue
and towers of glass and plastic concrete and steel
in their warped philosophy of a blind eye turned
they wield the power to change but choose not
growing in manhood I hear the daunting chorus of time
but as the battle for morality rages and the essence
of day flirts with the darkness of night
I smell death
conceived in the corridors of empty hearts
draped in the fabric of empty men riding the wind
leaving a human fruit to swing
and through the gates of carnage time would say
that in the clutches of a chambers gas death stole
the smiles of an unborn’s heart
as my inner fury burns I turn to wondered of the sky
how many more must die as the suffering cries of
a mother’s child fall on the ears of a deceitful tribe
and I ask myself
where have all the rainbows gone
in seeking refuge of this reality I arrive at my roads
that cross and find me
as I reflect on who I am and where I am I ponder life
and observe the virtues of a beckoning tomorrow
the pain of my flight is real for tomorrow never
comes
as the divine message of a sacred will fills a solemn air
and righteousness begs to be heard
I tell God
of my plight
Earl S. Jackson
May 2006
Copyright © 2012 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
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