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plight of the silenced
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
My lady, my lady, why do you grieve? I asked lady justice one chilly day, She merely looked down and sobbed, I watched the crystalline teardrops fall down below Where suddenly there appeared the tragedies of time Issues of race, issues of gender issues of all kinds. Thus I asked her “what is this?” To which in reply she continued to cry Torrents of tears seemingly never ending, And below appeared a kind girl Of hazel hair and fair blue eyes And an air of strength and resiliency known to so very few, Another teardrop sent the image rippling in all directions, The scene changed and she appeared again Though this time she appeared to be worn by age Like a hollow husk staring blankly into space, And most notably of all alone, “what is wrong with her?” I inquired of Justice with a sudden stirring in my heart Justice said no words and uttered only tears of grief And the scene below once again changed, This time it was of a young man sitting at a table alone While the multitudes passed him by Till suddenly a stranger stopped, sat and gave him company The chat was small But apparently that was enough The projection rippled on and on and on Years seemed to pass The two became friends and all was right Or seemed as if it was so until the image of a grave appeared And the young man sorrowfully whispering “If only I had told him so” Thousands of such images appeared My eyes began to swell And the tears began to freely flow. That is when Justice silently said “there is hope” and smiled warmly “How can that be?” I asked and added “when even love is torn apart?” She pointed to where my tears had fallen And softly said “Love never dies, And neither does hope The tears you spill today Will be your strength come tomorrow Before you wouldn’t have spilled those tears But now you have and why is that?” I could not reply I couldn’t breath I could only cry and cry “It feels terrible does it not? It feels terrible when you grieve And no one seems to care much less understand So you keep silent and cry thinking you are alone And you suffer the plight of the silenced The plight of those souls Ostracized by all and of course it isn’t fair. But now you understand how they must feel Now you have spilled tears Now you realize they are flesh and bone and sinew just like you And if everyone else did so too There would be no need for such meaningless pain Thus agony and sorrow may only be cured through knowledge Now you have spilled tears and what will you do? The dream ended there and I awoke with a troubled mind With only phrase in mind “what will you do?” |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Love never dies, And neither does hope The tears you spill today Will be your strength come tomorrow Both love and hope have almost met their demise many times... but they are resilient and seem to keep hanging on, no matter what. I absolutely love this explanation! *S* |
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