Caught on Dread
by : Sam Baron
posted : 09/12/2006
The Pain that exists
in their world,
is felt through Minds
that wander wearily:
Yet Those that Pain
exists throughout,
cannot walk longer
throughout this Drought.
For a Drought
of Feeling,
a Drought
of hearing,
has come about,
without One shout.
we
can see,
we
can hear.
we
refuse to
interfere.
We may smile,
and look away,
BUT WE MUST SEE,
like an eagle in the sky,
like a cat in a tree.
Pleading,
to Their master,
comes a feeling
of Disaster.
If we cease to look
any farther,
how can we expect,
Truth to come,
any larger.
We can sit,
we can cry,
in our dim lit,
own little
Lives.
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