Millard Lowe Poet Prose Poetry

In the Furrow of Time

Here in the plasms
of nightmares,
hate plagues the world
with its pawns
dispersed across the globe
of deception—scheming 
sins of treacherous times,
teasing valor with deceit;
mocking rights to life
liberty and the pursuit
of happiness.

Old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways
to tell told stories
catalogued and stored
as glorious his-story
(her-story? never our-story!):
transgressions remain
the order of the day.

In this Dante-like scene
of the human enigma,
peace cringes in universal
despair—imploding 
into its own black hole—seeking
lights of love reflecting 
renewed humanity gestating
in the furrows of plowed time.

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