Time Marches On
The heartbeat of man
Skips when you enter
The waves of holy water
Create a tidal wave of pain
Your presence creates anemosity
Only secured by the vein
People cry when you show your smile
For reasons unknown to to the pure
Your glistening reflections of light
Bounce of the cross on the hill
As she hammers in the last nail
He waits for death to be still
The dark hooded being shows his face
Revealing his crooked smile like yours
You warm touch and soft embrace
Makes his passing far from kill
Your smile enters mine so pure
Only to be replaced with freedom
As I pass unto the next form
I will provide you your wisdom
The cross is burning
The cross is on the floor
Time marches on with no racism
Time will end all with thrill
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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