Opportunities to fall are ripe, no doubt, to fail: past the ‘best by’ buy date, hidden store stocks,
Gone bad. Look away! A democratic representative accosts a mother and her daughters,
Whom were defying what secularists would deify as primitive, instinctive, reflexive modes of being;
Behaving altruistically while praying silently for the weakest of human beings
Just moments away from a bell, the death knell bell; hell for unrepentant mankind whom would persist
In the most pronounced yet mumbled sin against humanity; chilling: the killing of her children.
Defenseless forests burn to the ground and innocent land masses slide into useless pools of mud...
And though you may stymie me, my silent speech, with threats, violent shouts of hate, intolerance -(oh ‘tolerant’ one)...
They fall, one by one they fall; our silent prayers fall on ears that hear, hearts that bear to beat; the buildings fall!
And what rises cries to the heavens: new green shoots from blackened ash floors; firm footings grasp rock past the mud lines where my brothers and sisters lie.
New bills pass and buildings fall where a stellar little lady from Calcutta still leaves sonic, saintly shock waves
In her wake. Wake up! “Whatever You Did Unto One Of The Least You Did Unto Me” drew roars of sustained applause except from an uncomfortable few seated in the reserved seating section and flanked by secret service agents.