I saw faces,
Engraved in pain,
Hear voices,
Drowned in tears,
Desperate souls,
Seeking a hand,
A breath of life,
A feather of hope,
To fly like a bird,
From the pit of death,
To the sunlight.
I saw shades,
The flames of hell,
The throne and eye,
Of the reigning demon,
In the swirling cloud,
Innocent lives in despair
Reaching out their hands,
To touch dry land,
On the higher ground,
Before death opens its wings,
And embraces their souls.
Oh!
Our brothers!
Our sisters!
Cried out voices,
Lend us your hands,
We are all brothers,
White, black, yellow,
Next door neighbors,
Throw us a rope,
To pull us from the mud,
before the eye from above,
The passing storm sucks us,
Our last breath perishes,
In to the tunnel of darkness,
In drowning surrender,
The souls of our hearts.
I saw no hands,
Stretching out,
To stop the waves,
The vomit of abyss,
No glances from the land,
Had pity on them,
They left them alone,
In their fate,
In the mercy of God,
They brought to despair,
With a prayer they kept,
Hanging on in the world.
Tedkaps
www.poeticme.com
Copyright 2006
"The world would be a safer place if it was governed by a POET"!
Edited by Tedkaps (Sun Sep 10 2006 06:38 PM)
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