EMBERS

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 3^RD.

TNC3

MARCH 2011