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Tenebrous Night

Tenebrous night steals autumn days, Invading ink subtracts the breath of light, With tarnished mingling edge, With dusty dusk’s laments. Tenebrous night of immutable grave, Infiltrating melanin loots the golden glow, Where criminal and crucifix sink, Where dream and delirium drown. We are merely complexions of being With frivolous hearts, Chalking pigment lines to cleave The cloak of skin we all share, Chasing the encasing that divides us. Across the planet, lines of disparity, Lines of uneven imparity, Across the globe, lines of ruling class, Lines of the toilers and indigent class. We are merely complexions of being Carving rich from poor, Along lines of race and class. We dread what may come to pass. Tenebrous night our final gasp, The tenuous squandered Dwindling light we grasp. Published in Dissident Voice: November 28th, 2021

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Date: 11/9/2021 2:44:00 PM
Wow, the well-carved and crafted poem, richly diction-ed, and Brain's comments. amen and shalom, shalom
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Thomas Wells
Date: 11/13/2021 1:12:00 PM
I value your comments immensely. Thank you so much, Anil! Pax!
Date: 10/27/2021 8:45:00 PM
Quite a powerful write, Thomas. I especially like the way you bridge the individual toil with our "frivolous hearts" to the class warfare "carving rich from poor." Strong poetry! Your final 3 lines are (to me) the despair of collective failure to right wrongs. Congratulations on such a sharp, creative piece. Brian
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Date: 10/27/2021 11:54:00 PM
I can't thank you enough, Brian! You nailed it.