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Every now and again I hear briefly the sound of humanity, our spiritual whisper trying to be heard over the volume of reality.


Submitted:Apr 8, 2008    Reads: 138    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I seek those voices

which help bring harmony

When all too briefly

a shadow of collaboration appears

The wrongs of man

are beaten down by a blanket of good



The wounded

feel the bandage of love

Removed shrapnel

spins in a a silver dish of kindness

Broken bones

repair in an oval glass of hope



I seek those voices

which confirm a chant of humanity

A single verse

to show we can be united

Our ill fated destiny challenged

by a song of change



The tortured

free from their shackles

The condemned

hear the sound of appeal

The oppressed

acquire a voice of opposition



I seek those voices

which crown a candle with light

A torch of spirit

held by each hand of difference

Exposing our mistakes

confronting the evil that lurks within us all





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