sounds of light
shatter
the fragile night
where evil
lurks and plays,
and,
as truth approaches,
vanishes
behind curtains of silence
that
darken our waking hours
with fears;
hall of justice
hold
the truth mongrels at bay
while
sheriffs and their deputies
guard
the empty jails reading
girlie magazines;
we live free
as others cannot
and we
bear no resentments
over their
loss of entitlements
and we know
beyond
any shadows of doubt
that
it was meant to be.
11Sep14
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