left to ourselves

venting out emotions with flaming torches
displaying out feelings on paper made branches
dissatisfaction leaves a rigging of confusion
while the sea sways in dissension

who holds up judgment when there is no end to violence
who holds the sacred attention by a whisper
who slams the nail with a hammer burying it deeper
who has the right mind to make it all right
to put things in plain sight

accusations they make for inheritance
succumbing a state of local forbearance
we light up a candle called a vision of peace
to be gobbled up by a wave of deceit

who holds up my judgment when there is no end to violence
who holds my sacred attention by a whisper
who slams me like a nail with a hammer burying it deeper
who has the right mind to make it all right
to put things in plain sight

as a chorus arises venting justice to be given
labeling the weight of the moment to utter appearance
something lies hidden, the thought of being forgiven
shame has given us our final disappearance

This is an old poem dated: Jan 9th 2010

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