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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 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 plight 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
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