Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Morning Light

Truth and Justice are dead my reader,
What have you come here to see?
A body that’s becoming colder day by day,
Because it lacks the lying ability,
When the price for dignity is paid in dollars,
You see respect bend its knee,
A lone warrior stands in the docks,
Staring at his destiny,
Dripping in blood of every hope,
Of every dream that he had seen,
Yet as he walks towards the Golgotha,
Carrying his cross of success with him,
Tomorrow stares and him and spits on his
Face for throwing it away for today’s honor
and self esteem,
Worthy or not my reader is he of this humility,
A man who lives a life of righteousness can never
Be accepted in this society,
Take away from him the right to live take away from him his soul,
Break him into a million pieces; take away from him his strength
Of yore,
Then what the night is upon him and nothing is seen in the dark,
He shall yearn for a little bit of assurance and sell his honor for a
Spark,
Wait my reader before you think that this is the end for this man,
I forgot to tell you that this is a night and will pass into
Morning light.

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