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The heart of the people are mirrors of humanity, of love and of grace. |
Window To My Soul Silence! I cry to the hurt that beats within my heart Mocking the darkness that surges with treachery Moans of distress that bury the laughter In the deepest recesses of human kindness Tears of regret that flow through the veins of Mother Earth Punishing with impudence, boldness and with animal desire Silence! Harken! To the cry of the pitiful, the mighty giant of broken thoughts For in the midst of chaos, there remains but one voice That breaks the din in the midst of destruction Begging for mercy, screaming for solace; For the swords of hatred are weapons of the weak Demeaning, unforgivable in their threats Because hallowed lives are wasted by he wayside. Hearken! Listen! There is gloom in the land A heavy mist of bombs are blasting from aircrafts in the sky The sun hides behind rainfalls that fill the rivers with blood The populace scatter to the depths of the earth Deeper, further into the world of the ungodly There is no escape from the onward spread of poisoned clouds There are but cries of the pitiful, unceasing. Listen! Release Me! I cry to the fire that burns the spirit as it boils Patriotic though it may seem as anger flows vividly For the fight is not won by wielding heavy guns of death Nor by a vast array of killing machines that destroy Nor by a release of a host of prejudicial selfishness Nor by the use of a heavy artillery of gross hatred. Open! I say to the window in my heart and soul and my grief Seek the meaning of diplomacy, of love and of grace For selfishness and a heart filled with hatred Are mere mirrors of human frailty, of selfishness and hatred For only a heart filled with warmth and human consciousness Are mirrors of kindly hearts, open minds and untarnished souls. |