Tick, tick the voice of time speaks.
We once stood on this soil
our sacred ground,
planted homes breathing the echoes of
laughing children, mothers, fathers.
We stood on this soil, our sacred ground.
Time warps, as
tears flow from our blinking eyes,
observing bleeding rivers and stained drowned towns,
camouflaged by green darkness, creeping,
rampaging destruction filters in;
birthing the essence of death.
Our beloved home claimed by
foul evil creatures dancing on fresh
burning red soil
leaving mangled corpses, food for the scavengers.
Safety does not always find refuge in numbers.
Weeping, asking,
What happens to these lost spirits
plagued by war, power raped
over money, land, greed, or hate,
are they trapped inside dimensions unseen?
Forced to replay tragedies, the living can’t see,
an unseen hell?
Do they wander through their land searching for why?
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust
What becomes of the lost spirits,
The innocent ones?
16 comments:
wow. that went off in my hands ike a grenade...slow to build then BOOM! i think i see them when they wander and sometimes i wonder if i look the same...
Brilliant.
Time wounds all healings...
Hopefully, the lost spirits are recalled, redeemed and resuscitated in poems like this one, Jessie.
Loved this!!!
Changed the Zebra Header I see...
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
This was excellent. nicely done.
I was thinking about the American Indian while I read. Was that what you were thinking?
Sad calling out for answers...
And after all it becomes ash and dust... no matter the fights.
You've written a beautifuland powerful piece here my dear Jessie!
♥
Wow I like your header very niceI always look forward to reading you weekly I have to admit I've missed a frew times but it was due to illness very nice Jessie
Very good poem and a very good question, too.
Very powerful, sad, yet blatant. This is an awesome poem!
Yes, I agree with Lorenzo, your poem is a prayer.
Jessie, powerful and true. And hearbreaking in its honesty.
You truly amaze me with each and every post, this one so completely gets so much of life...I wonder what the hell happens too J...I wonder it all the time!
much love
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xoxox
Firstly, that is a very cool header image! Your poem is so powerful in pointing out evil and injustice. Leaves a lasting impression. Thanks
hey there...passing through and though ti would say hi...smiles.
Powerful and potent. Gripping and real. I'm impressed.
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