Monday, June 1, 2015

Remembering

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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