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ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY OF OUR SHAME



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)
Our Day of Shame

On the anniversary of the day of our shame
When homes rupture into flame
And the warrior meets the peacemaker
Will it not be a humble reckoning?
Will not the nobility of man shine down upon us?
Will this light not rumble at the door of freedom,
The will for excellence and splendor come forth,
Be a splendid ballet upon the stage of governance
Pirouetting over all the ornately cold and corrupt?

O! Our day of shame
Be gentle that our swollen eyes might shut

Our day of shame
Bring our souls `round to enchanting music

Our day of shame
Spring a fountain of hope and a child’s joy

Our day of shame
Offer wine instead of overflowing blood

Our day of shame
Be a voice to the sky hovering in the heavens

Our day of shame
Be a builder, a carpenter of love and elation

Our day of shame
Be a consoling hand and offer it willingly

Our day of shame
Be a martyr of peace with strength and will

Our day of shame
Emerge as peacemaker, not ravenous warrior.

On our day of shame
Explode not in shrapnel to create shards of gloom,
But bring with us a hope unwrapped and bursting,
A magnificent gift teeming in truth and radiance
With stars bowing their silent expressions upon all
Lighting the paths that lead back to human charity
Where the cities of paradise lift their breathing souls-
Or be done with it…


Copyright © 2008 mrp / thepoetryman



5 REFRAINS:

Batocchio said...

Good stuff!

thepoetryman said...

Thank you, batocchio.

M.Yu said...

I like this,
"Explode not in shrapnel to create shards of gloom,
But bring with us a hope unwrapped and bursting,"

We must suffer many days of shame in this country since its founding with the genocide of the indigenous people who lived here to our exportation of the same greed, exploitation and death.

Poetry is a balm to heal ripped hearts and spirits in despair.

Thanks

Case Wagenvoord said...

This is the other side of the coin. Eventually, evil is spent and the sun is once again able to shine its light into the dark corners of our souls.

thepoetryman said...

m.yu,
Most welcome. Apply sparingly on the skin...

Case,
Yes! I feel evil is teetering
about to collapse...

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