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Silvery Souls Soar
Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths
For ages they are anxiously awaiting
YOU
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden fire
Blazing bequest that
Still burns bright despite
Time tearing at tissues
Souls setting sails persevere
Even in death and
Rather because of death
Launched like missals persona projected
Into castles of our consciousness
Where the dearly departed laugh and live
Shed tears of wet windy wishes
Wishes to not have died in vain
Hopes that we keep up with progress
That we work for peace not to deplete
The earth of its resources not
Our own souls societies sacred’s
Not deceased by blasphemy and ignorance
Every good thing contributed by them
Laid foundation for greatness
For they are our heroes in heaven
Let them look down to see you rise
Bring your talents gifts to them as prize
They deserve this for they died
To show you no weapon formed against
Us all shall ever prosper least it be
That peaceful intellectual weapon of words
Wisdom that wars on a man’s conscious
Inspiring soul to seek light
To find unique grain of your salt
Worth wearing an ideal
And being a gold needle
In a haystack of heathens
Decide to be that ONE
They died to inspire to move, give, live
Be one that gives them reason to
Rest easy believing it will be settled
Finally there is one who will do it
See to it the world is inspired
To love and seek peace
Coexist with Mother Nature
In harmony and heavenly hope
For all the heroes, heroines
And the MOST HOLY HIGH
For all the freedom fighters
And the oppressed souls never born
Make them aware you hear and persevere
For the benefit of the world
In their names
Because of their brave blood
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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