beneath the sky
are the mountains and plains
between hills and moon
there are birds that sing…
as we hear flaps of the wings
spreading virtues in the sky
they are eagles of strength
and doves spreading light…
then we see the tortured sparrow
in the jungle of curiosity
hanging in the trees
waiting to escape…
then wagons come
on their march they go
search and destroy
is the first thing they do…
in a life where u and I are one
are the safest life we choose
if we want to leave… we can
but……..how can we run? …
there are words that are unspoken
and there are words to be judged
just hang around and watch those things
your pen…it should be in your hand…
this is for emmanuel desir of haiti…a friend from facebook
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