The Land Cries Out
Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Words of tectonic proportions are pressing, persisting
moving the masses, a bundled behemoth
desperate for change.
As "party" heads talk over one another all around
spouting clever promises, like ticker tape
an unlikely one, his gold hair flung
rises up with haughty tongue.
And from within the great divide a plaintive cry is heard
break from the lies, look deep inside, renew the search
for truth and freedom to be found once more.
The land cries out, no time to waste in numb passivity
heed now the altar call, arise and stand, united
for all the world to see.
Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Written on 1/22/2016
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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