Will truth rise from the sands
of time, greed, lies, war, killings,
the way of humankind, demands,
humanity never satisfied; has
freedom died.
Hatred unleashed by wagging
tongues, the printed word now
symbols of distrust, a festering
world filled with lies; has
freedom died.
Unfit air to breathe, cannot trust
what we read, proof that there is
no truth from cold official words,
no one to come to the peoples
aid, everyone’s afraid; has freedom
died.
Where has hope gone, countless
hunger, lost jobs and homes,
living in fear, will truth rise from
the sands of time; has freedom
died…“Please God hear our cries“.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
Never forget that Hope burns like a candle within each of us – all it takes is the vision to see the light in others.
Take care, Chris
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Thank you Chris, and you are right; hopefully soon.
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Sadly, so true 😦
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A reblogué ceci sur PARTAGER LA MAGIE – SHARING THE MAGIC.
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Thank you
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You’re very welcome…have a nice week-end!
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We’re living unfair and sad times, but I think we must do what we’re able to for making the hope grow in our life. A global change is pretty unbelievable, but a lot of little changes may become a great one. Good poem. Best wishes!
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I agree 100%…the poem was created out of the thoughts of today and yesteryear, hope is all we have many times! Thank you for the comment.
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Reblogged this on The Iniquitous: Church Crimes and commented:
Beautiful…
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Thank you so much for the reblog
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Thank you for the beautiful poetry. It’s my pleasure to blog inspirational words in the midst of all the negative and at times extremely difficult news; it helps people heal and connect with others. Your art is appreciated 🙂
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