The Idea

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
One of a two part poem.

Submitted: July 22, 2009

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Submitted: July 22, 2009

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The Idea.

In the mists of death and turmoil, an unmerciful constituency governed the land with torture and lustful pleasures, separating man from gentleman, woman form slave, child from burden and dog from beast. Many sort after a door way to holy and pure light that lead them unto a plentiful state of body and mind. For many months and years had the peoples of our land, this land been silenced with gun and knife, unable and unfaithfully wanting to scream their holy names at their unholy torturers. They conjure a way, an answer, but this thought, among many it may be, has not taken a physical form, that is willing or able to fight that holy and needed fight. To what or who do these fearful men turn toward for required nurture and consistency? They turn whole heartedly toward an idea, an idea that strikes men to their graves, an idea that lights their darkened futures. This idea, this empowerment is of sly but justified nature, that idea is to take what was theirs and hold close to their hearts, by blinding their keepers with the light that they so light their darkened hearts. To end this darkened era is their only goal. As the men we speak of want nothing greater or less than to hold their country within their swords and their arms knowing that they fight for what is true and vindicated. We settle at a country that has long been forgotten and a time that has eagerly been erased, to which we find a new and promising government offering a hand of god to all men, to whom they lie and disseat with their best and most honorable interests in front thought, of course, and providing we men, them men with the perfected and nurtured answer to all of their unholy problems and needed desires. The people of this state so joyingly join in their governments dance toward the “right” path, as would we if given the promise of freedom and equality of all race and creed and the word of their government that what we need is what they have. This dance was welcomed into all houses of all men and was at first most respected and gratified. Unfortunately as with in most cases off sheep wanting and fighting to run a country , underneath their cushioning skins and policies, lies a sharp toothed and greedy wolf , that is out for the feed and the chance to slaughter and sadly time must pass and men will suffer before a light is shone upon the hidden truth. The men that stood upon that offered stage took men by their necks and women by their hair and forced the laboring people in to dirt. As that is where they will earn and define their “right” place among men of golden arms and flowing prosperity. Time spent in the shadows becomes long and tiring, so do we blame or label the people for standing together and building on that idea? Many years past with this government spreading vicious prejudice, changing the thought of many holy and pure men, and so it became harder for the simple man to pull himself up from out the dirt, and wash him self down to step into his fellow mans golden place, but it is written and seen that this simple man did so stand tall and gracious above those golden men, and fought with the hand of god that was given un to them from those who are prosperous and plentiful. The question that lies to bear is at what moment, what trigger and at what place will this inevitable movement euchre, when will the first man throw the stone and whom will this mighty soul be. From this question alone we realize the excitement and intensity of the idea and the intention. So it seems they sit to wait upon the solider to do his holy task and deliver as it were the men to their house of light and song.


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