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she moves on - a poem
Listen to this poem, [she moves on]
she spoke against the fools who schooled
those they deemed inferior
themselves claiming to be superior
she raved for the anti- of their cause;
and as she paused…
they scrambled in violence to silence
the protest
of rage and unrest
against their machine of serene,
double-minded conformity
while a thundering quiet
voice
evokes a riot
within the walls of their god’s temple
mortally wounded,
unaware and confounded
yet they walk upright, out of sight
covering their eyes to the bleeding scars
nose is in the air
mind in the gutter
as they flutter by,
deaf and blind with bleeding minds
and holding their nose
to the burning flesh
of their own
on the altar of an enemy god.
she was silenced for a bit
but never stopped the fight
so with might and no spite
she moves on
whinded but ever-striving
fatigued but only for a spell
they tried to destroy
the ploy of goodness;
the force that crushes
their stronghold of darkness
singed but triumphant
she’s moving on
they roar with laughter
and they dance blind
to their self-inflicted demise
they taunt and
haunt her
and try to break her,
flaunt her
weaknesses in her face
they race entering her dreams
at night
blaming accusing cursing
but she doesn’t flinch
she doesn’t falter
she draws her strength
from the Ultimate Source
never discouraged
she’s pressin’
on
while they messin’
around
she’s runnin’;
no fun an’ games
she’s stayin’
prayin’
fightin’
making wrongs right
and she’s
on
the
move
they will see the Power the hour
it manifests from above
she will champion this battle
she lives and moves forth
as they rant and rave immobile
the tears wiped from her eyes
she doesn’t look back
to the fact
of enemied-friends dying behind
the new journey beginning
no more pretending
life goes on
she prays for them
asking God’s help for them
and His guidance for her
as
she
moves on.
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:: efrain :: 2000
this was back when i thought i could write poetry. “she” is actually my mom.