sadness whispers through the shadows of darkness . . .
fear feeds the greedy evil, that grows obese . . .
today was what we saw yesterday . . .
and they said we lie . . .
peace was the illusion . . .
found in a meadow of fantasies . . .
where fairies danced . . .
and unicorns pissed rainbows . . .
in the forest not magical, not enchanted . . .
the fruit they saw, were strange, swaying in trees . . .
now they’ve fallen and staining the black top . . .
blue shields standing tall behind walls of pride . . .
and spirits in white sheets are cowards that hide . . .
weary souls wept in vain, others aim for suicide . . .
a cause that leads none to victory, the quandary remains . . .
divided by ignorance, united by listening . . .
right was made wrong, because the blind refuses to see . . .
one love said Marley, by the content said King . . .
murder is murder regardless of the license . . .
even where freedom of speech was by right . . .
probable cause was an equitable excuse . . .
they made the innocent pay for the rogue . . .
they said we started what began long ago . . .
they choose to or do they forget . . .
the lies buried in history . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 7/19/16
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