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Here Is the Face

Here is the face that your mind holds onto. 
There is the place that your soul belongs to.

Created in dreams
		where doors and windows melt,
conceived in grass
                        where lonely hope has dwelt.
Carried in song 
                      where every child feels safe,
performed with zest
	          like the dance of the Tawaif.
Discovered in bond
	         like schools of swirling fish,
revealed in prayer
	        where mindful times nourish.

Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.

Expressed in paint
                       where graffiti’s subtext is injustice,
proclaimed in print
                        where the struggle is against prejudice.
Spoken in word
                    where the demeaned speak out,
chanted in slogan
                    where oppressed people shout. 
Embodied in law
                    where human rights must be codified,
accepted in norm
	         where man’s dignity can never be thrown aside. 

Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.

Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2021

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