by David Lester Young
Monday, March 28, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The ghosts of the departed ones
Have come back inside the love
Of the present to motivate peace,
The tranquility that lies in living.
Upon the skies of uncertainty,
Clouds of darkness will bear
The storms of timeís reality,
Lighting the way upon torches.
Thorns bleeding upon a bed of roses,
That the earth must spring forward,
The white rose must see the black one
Seeing the red one and the yellow one.
The voices of the immaculate choir
Must harmonize in the great diversity.
Its melody felt across the diverse nation,
Each independently unique in perfection.
For if a nation is divided in the present
From those that fought to keep it together.
Giving their lives for values like liberty,
Rights for all of its citizens to be heard.
Issues like religion, color, and ideology,
Have segregated US into labeled bigotry.
Demanding rights but denying them to others,
Justifying abuse and intimidation as moral.
The graves have deteriorated past these
Into the heavens of a nation with rights,
That bleached out color and religions,
Equalizing the wealth in true compassion.
When one must condemn another human
To justify your unique American heritage,
Then American cannot be saved in prayers
For as brothers and sisters we must unite.
For the road ahead will have its own flag,
So conservatives must hold hands as a nation,
So liberals are all equal to sing its melody,
And moderates can mediate the extremes.
Those choosing to divide us must be muted.
But never silenced for we are a nation of ears.
That will decide our own grounds as neighbors.
Respecting everyone to they own landscape.
America is not about business and corporations
That want to take away our constitution rights.
To enslave us in the will of the corporate elite,
Demanding compliance, silence for a paycheck.
Everyone is seeking to put our voices in graves.
I say let them sing, as songbirds on a spring day.
Let us have open forums, debates in that chorus
And lead us not into a nation that needs a ticket
Note: This liberal blesses the conservatives, the moderates and the liberals that may be todayís target, for every generation has some people they have to blame, rather than look into a mirror and see we are all to blame. In the past Indians, Japanese, England, and so many others have been abused by the righteous. Is this what we must teach our children, the perpetuation of negativity in words like intimidation, abuse, biases, segregation, profiling, racism, extermination, and a dictionary so full of hate. However, we can turn the pages and find the dictionary of love. My words will never satisfy all nor would I want to, for I am just a speck to open minds to their own views. Whose specs blossom into others until the seeds grow into a garden of immense diversity of understanding each other. Oh but I am the dreamer of my own mind, the fool of my own imagination, just trying to find a place somewhere in America to immigrate to, that allows the freedom for me to have my own opinions in the first amendment. Otherwise, I must go seek my rights elsewhere, where Godís gift can be used without too much pain.
Somewhere in America not on company time 03/28/05 ©
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