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The Prophet |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
The least of us, the addict The wretch, the prophet They begged me with their young eyes Tell The story, his story.... 40 years ago my young eyes peered up the same way. So With empathy I began. "Long before you were born, your parents dodged shards. So you could share this place this moment." " I touched ""the least of us"" with this very hand" Pausing my story. To drink their tiny gasps. Feeling the adoring fingers tangle my hairy paw. Starving little digits pleading for just scraps of the man Forever hidden behind the opaque glass of a distant generation. to late child he is gone... years before The planes had hit their mark. Shameless Hornets of the desert. The hatred spread. Her bottles raining to the ground. Shattering against dust and concrete. When the shock wore off the perfume left behind was intoxicating It united us. It ensnared us. It enraged us. and for ten years we fought with others money We discovered you cannot hurt those in the fourteenth century. They will always have rocks and goats..... The debt for us was staggering. we found our selves blaming Each other Tell us elephant! Tell us Donkey! What is your plan then elect the other again in frustration. No Avail! Our faith so toxic it had become only belched words Of judgment and venom we forgot the meaning. Love We killed each other guilt free while quoting two thousand year old books. We became hornets If only a way to put perfume back in a bottle And with twice the hate that united we became rabid when we divided The shooting the bombing a woman smeared on a wall by a tank. Or was that simply a desperate and hopeful dream of an ant beneath my thumb? Unmarked holes Filled with despised countrymen Freedom of speech a death warrant. No hornet of the dessert could have riddled the equation That multiplied one hundred fold the buildings that we ourselves knocked down with glee. wanted to knock down begged to knock down Or did he? gunfire.. "Do not loiter in Old Georgia The donkey controls the drones!" "Now the elephant has taken the Missippi!...beware the blockade" "Wild men run through the Midwest and they have forgotten why" Until we begged for rocks and goats! Poke berry faded twice from the scroll the wretch cherished the stain. Said the stain is who we were. Not the yellowed paper. We had always been the stain. And in our lack of hope We cherished the wretch And he would scold us for any title "I am the least of you!" "But together we are the stain!" |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
An excellent write, Jason. Impressive depth and analysis here. It grabs the heart. Margherita |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Thank you very much! |
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