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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My footfalls echo; touching down before my shadow, City of souls passing on crowded sidewalks; drowning in self Deathly cacophony of indifference engulfs our ranks like a silent murderer Will you hear their lingering cries, amongst the howling winds of change? But is it really change or self indulgence that propels us into the darkened void? Spout forth your words of wisdom, of success, and of a life of untold blessing Still you turn and spit in your bretheren's face; you cast him out with stony heart and icy gaze, Your words become as ash in your mouths; love left in chains, weeping in eternal darkness, When we gonna make a clean slate; you know we're bound to choke on all this hate, And it's an eye for an eye till we're deaf dumb and blind, so who will make the difference in the end? Go down to the gutter, you who speak freedom and equality; lift up countenance to our people, Lest you become prideful and unwavering in unbridled varocity; learn forgiveness before the chance is lost, "Love the sinner and hate the sin", say the church sign, screaming at the multitudes. I've walked through palaces and through historians halls, but I still cant find the virtue, We all believe in charity, but where's all our humanity; lost in politics and legal prose? I ain't no judge, I just know whats right, and I ain't no preacher, but we gotta spread the light, Standing alone on the corner on Houston's north side, feeling the cold wind blow, Dowling street full, cardboard testiments raised in desperate yearning, begging in humility, Lights changing in time with humanity's stride; still they call out eager to live, to climb, to find solace, What say you great America? Speak.... Robert Chirino III 2015
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