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A Peculiar Gift

Author: col13x
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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A Peculiar Gift

Was my life just a wish
I hid between the pages of survival

And even though the Universal source of all
Granted me this gift

This singular precious life
Did I search instead to be the worthiness of heaven

Did I judge all my actions
By the prison bars of hell

And see in your eyes and the eyes of others
The handiwork of demons

Have I written on the chalkboard of my soul
The dark inks of my submissions

I see that in our innocence
We have been duped and confused

Into leading a less than innocent life

And the greatest tragedy of this Earth
Is the ignorance of our denial

We do not see the collage of injustice
Their bodies scattered on our path

And all the bright and shining electronic objects
Are limply hanging from the sign posts of our children’s future

Their bodies dried and bloodless
Skeletal in their silence

Point the way to our decent
Into the depths of the untouchable and the soulless

Where and how have we been brought to this

To feel so very comfortable
While the price we count in money

Is the cost
Of human life

Did we eat too much
Did we want too much

Did we suckle so much in frenzy
Upon the teat of propaganda

Did I believe too readily
Did we swallow all our pride

Has conscience become a mouthful
A swallowed panacea of pharmaceuticals

When did we agree to be
So confused

Did you accept that all this luxury
Must be paid by the suffering of someone else

Or did I just close my heart
Close my mind and close your soul

And even though the nagging is persistent
The denial of truth haunts all of you

Did we bury ourselves in the infatuation
Of all this passing momentary thrill

Bought and sold from the instance of our birth
And it is not our part to carry the guilt or the fault

But each one of us in time
Must wake up

To the complicity that we play
In the slavery inflicted on this world

A part of innocence and ignorance
In the suffering of our brothers and our sisters

A peculiar gift is the insight burgeons a new light within the soul
Far more humane it is than burden of its curse

To live amongst these human chains
But still see all that we are worth

Submitted on 2011-06-10 09:11:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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