Fear Always Lies Around the Corner
Like a distant relative, the moon looks down
upon the face of its ravaged cousin, with
eyebrows arched and telling finger raised. All
the while giving thanks for its airless habitat
It watches the needless capture of bodies
and release of butchered souls. And explosive
judgements shaking the stable balance of the
horizon and the innocence of the earth
Where angry fear, quenched by a coctail of
incendiary pills, is shared equally among the
innocent. Whilst setting charges with the same
hands that feed a family, brings forth a rabid irony
And to blame a culture and caress a cause shall not
render their name prominent or their forced justice
supreme. For the tillers of our lands shall expand
their hearts even more, to accommodate this pain
Yet still you will rip away today that which our children
must replace tomorrow. And you that see with the eyes
of rage, plant only rage in the eyes of your children
and fear in the eyes of mine. Is your fear so strong and
your rage so great, not to let a gentle man befriend you?
And let him plant one seed of caring, in the soil of your
mind. To grow beyond the vision of holocaust you so desire
For all nations, let there be a rallying anthem. A tune for
every ear. A song without Religion. And a psalm without a God.
Copyright © Terry Robinson | Year Posted 2015
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