Words of Freedom
Questions Unasked
Can I please take a moment to complain?
For the child in the streets groaning in pain
Will, zeal and choice of a man?!
And for he born without an arm
Will, zeal and pleasure of whom?
I see they; some, that rose above the gloom
Above the curse to the shame of me
Pessimist; too blind to ever see -
Beyond the millions dying deprived
My mind muddled without disguise
For this once Lord, permit me ask “why?”
Though I know thy ways do not lie
But I wander amid death, shame, sorrow
Not to cease now or the morrow
Is this all in the plan; grand design?
Between earth and hell is there a line?
As the turtle suffers its shell till grey
So these carry on bleakly alway
Named in breath blown in vain
Not a wall or page to echo the same
I’ll always ask in enraged melancholy
For truth elusive by here
For my heart shall not dare
Sojourn to seek earnestly
The truth etched on six billion faces
All battered and bled
White, black and red
Circumstances, scripts and places!
I’ve asked and shall bear guilt’s cross
Being much less than a speck of their loss
©2007 Jon Adoga
For the child in the streets groaning in pain
Will, zeal and choice of a man?!
And for he born without an arm
Will, zeal and pleasure of whom?
I see they; some, that rose above the gloom
Above the curse to the shame of me
Pessimist; too blind to ever see -
Beyond the millions dying deprived
My mind muddled without disguise
For this once Lord, permit me ask “why?”
Though I know thy ways do not lie
But I wander amid death, shame, sorrow
Not to cease now or the morrow
Is this all in the plan; grand design?
Between earth and hell is there a line?
As the turtle suffers its shell till grey
So these carry on bleakly alway
Named in breath blown in vain
Not a wall or page to echo the same
I’ll always ask in enraged melancholy
For truth elusive by here
For my heart shall not dare
Sojourn to seek earnestly
The truth etched on six billion faces
All battered and bled
White, black and red
Circumstances, scripts and places!
I’ve asked and shall bear guilt’s cross
Being much less than a speck of their loss
©2007 Jon Adoga
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Comment by Megan on February 27, 2008 at 11:13am - WOW! I really, really, really like this!!! In the last verse and line you captured well a sensation that I have felt myself. I love this line, "Between earth and hell is there a line?" Very well done friend.
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