Mellow her soul
Door locked
Lack of money for dream’s toll
Smothered screams,
she is shocked
Illuminating
tomorrow’s lies
With today’s truth
Kissed pursed lips
upon disguise
Words forced out
between yesterday’s youth
Mock the widow
Resistance, trapped
in her web
No cries though
Churned in the tide’s
ebb
Burned blood and
healed scar
Standards failed in
her pursuit
Argued her point, she has balanced the bar?
Lack of direction,
there is no route
No roots to ground
her tree
Understanding in
arrangement
Calling out to lost
rebels, hear their plea
Loss of humanity, our
estrangement
Kill one bird with
two stones
Call it immorally
wrong
Mark the city limits
with summoned bones
No categories, where
does moral belong?
She accepts her repeated reflection
Death of old
perceptions
A mirror can’t see
its own faults, no rejection
Creations of the
mind, illusionistic conceptions
Beneath the earth,
her soul may lie
Knelt to the ground,
she prays to God
Farewell to the
present, waters run dry
Pious intentions, we
shall applaud.
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