Meted out to Addie, Denise, Carole and Cynthia, could only be on the opposite end of the spectrum measured by hateful flesh,
It left a gaping wound greater than five feet wide and two feet deep in the hearts and minds of generations to come, as I digress.
Fast forward 57 years and our indelible mark left on the annals of society are highlighted in white out, but the ink of blood soaks through,
The surface barely scratched in schools and these recurring machinations of the lion telling the giraffes tale are said to be true.
We are told don’t question, don’t make too much noise. But we are tinged with anger, refusing to believe we manifested from jungle creatures,
We climbed so our whispers could be heard from the peaks of Mt Mitchell to the caps of Mt Rainier with it’s scintillating features.
As time nears we reach our inevitable end, but share we shall our triumphs and tears with offspring so they can discuss,
No longer will they continue to enjoy our discomfiture in our own skin, but as I digress, we must remember “we love because He first loved us.” (1 John 4:19 NIV)
- Author: servant for Him (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 15th, 2021 14:04
- Comment from author about the poem: For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command, Love your neighbor as yourself. Galatians 5:14
- Category: Love
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Comments1
'The surface barely scratched in schools
and these recurring machinations
of the lion
telling the giraffes tale
are said to be true.'
the white out, in humanity's annals
may shade the worst darkness
from our inherited legacy
of self manufactured, catastrophe
but the spilt blood
in those tell-tale red, sands
outed all our forefathers hypocrisy
'love thy neighbour
till its time for war, over the milk
the cat spilled...'
(devoid of theological alliance,
this is a write, full
of deeply insightful commentary
a wonderfully didactic write,
thanks for sharing)
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