A place well lit but lesser than home
Where the harassed
The oppressed,
The suppressed
Gather to worship.
An armed war Ship
Slips into shore to make peace
By force from street to street
At the shrine of peace
the TV crew renders our forced surrender
for viewers the world over to see on screens
The screaming child and dazed mother are framed
out of shot.
The lost become the center of frame
while abductors without borders
are treating themselves to images of our shame.
On the next plain, another take
blows are raining on the brave
who refuse to be cowed by uninvited guests
that stop a people's thought in mid-sentence.
At the shrine of peace
heads bowed
eyes closed
minds wondering
on how to restore justice lost to
war mongers
who hunger for broken bones
broken bonds and
broken hearts.
At the shrine of peace
we linger still like
city beggars waiting for coins
from the well fed.
Our fingers are raised in victory
though hearts steeped in misery.
We shall overcome,
overcome someday we SHALL�
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Pat Reyes.
A place well lit but lesser than home
Where the harassed
The oppressed,
The suppressed
Gather to worship.
An armed war Ship
Slips into shore to make peace
By force from street to street
At the shrine of peace
the TV crew renders our forced surrender
for viewers the world over to see on screens
The screaming child and dazed mother are framed
out of shot.
The lost become the center of frame
while abductors without borders
are treating themselves to images of our shame.
On the next plain, another take
blows are raining on the brave
who refuse to be cowed by uninvited guests
that stop a people's thought in mid-sentence.
At the shrine of peace
heads bowed
eyes closed
minds wondering
on how to restore justice lost to
war mongers
who hunger for broken bones
broken bonds and
broken hearts.
At the shrine of peace
we linger still like
city beggars waiting for coins
from the well fed.
Our fingers are raised in victory
though hearts steeped in misery.
We shall overcome,
overcome someday we SHALL�
Kole Ade Odutola
Namaste and enlightment for you
Oonagh
Thank you so much. i hope you are fine and safe.
Peacefully regards
Tina
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