EMBERS
I can hear the Poor Person’s Song
The Flower that fights to bloom
Enduring the constant down pour of rain
Where buried dreams emerge as martyrs
Their seeping wounds excreting the venom
Of the Worlds’ exploitation and neglect
The Starlight of Dreamy Nights
Illuminates Hope upon the Sad Heart
Struggling on the battlefield of life’s hardships
There are Uncovered Graves
Surrounded by Butterflies and Orchards
And the Fireflies take flight in the constant night
To guide a Child to the Gates of Freedom
And the green pastures of the Lazarus Born
Celebrate by playing the Flutes of Saints and Heroes
And the Children’s Prayers are Painted upon the Faces of the Old
Yet Wisdom Screamssssssssssss
~ For Help ~
Amidst The Clamor of More and More and More
In our Mad Paced World
Drowning in technology's confetti and cocktails
The octopus’s tentacles hold prisoner
The mind that has not discovered its’ freedom
The blurring hype of marketing
Is spinning in the eyes of the mesmerized bystander
Like a slot machine player
A few dollars are won ~ for the bigger lost
And the demons’ greed laugh as though they have won
~ The Battle of Forever ~
Nevertheless, the Prophets Have Spoke
Yet Leaders ignore all revelations
And the rich and comfortable
Are not constrained by life’s hesitations
Our tragedies unshackle momentous tears
Our communities are rising with unselfish unity
And the Misery in the Frigid Night
~ Cowers ~
At this Shock Wave of Light
And the tombs ~ ~ ~ of all the Unspoken Heroes
Shall be carried and placed at the Eternal Feet of God
So let the poor and struggling person’s tears sing to the sky
~ The Agony of Their Anthem ~
~ That Hope Is Never Lost ~
Even though the muddy roads are determined to be repaved
With the recycled asphalt of business as usual
~ The Imprints of Hope ~
The small change in the poor person’s pockets
Measures As Enormity ~ In Their Hearts
~ So Let Us Not Die ~
~ With Many Regrets ~
BY THOMAS N. CORBETT 3RD.
TNC3
MARCH 2011
