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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

Copyright © Earl Jackson | Year Posted 2006

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