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An Unheard Cry

10/15/2016

 

The jackboot rise of fascist hate
    Offends me in my soul
As I watch men prevaricate
    And clamor for control
— 

Is there redemption man may tap
    To pull apart from it?
Or must we live, a great mishap,
    Until disaster hit?

I shudder when I realize
    The kind of beast I am,
A biped false, engaged in lies,
    Framed by mind’s diagram.

Would that the end might come, and we
    Cease from this way of living
Absorbed in our mendacity,
    Perpetual conniving.

I cry to thee, who dost not hear,
    To offer up thy balm,
To stem and stanch my restless fear
    And craven conscience calm.

[Note: the first line directly quotes from a poem by LJ McDowall]

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