Echoes of Reminiscence

August 25, 2008
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Even as the image of memory lane falters,
and the knitting of depth-rich words wash away,
the vivid roling film written into permanence
of an individual by the name of Dr. Martin Luther
remains engraved without fray.

He asked, "Where do we go from here?"
The souls yearn to reply;
but complimented only by a refusal to listen.
When will the caged dove abandon fear?
When will the indigenous souls hear this cry?

Freedom rings, but with a crack.
Unity is observed, but with a visible extent.
And with a heavy realization,
people choose to ignore what we lak;
instead, they dwell on the spent.

Suffocated beneath the issues of war and violence,
hidden by the exhausting attention to global warming,
the longest struggle of America,
still tugging at the acknowledgement of credence,
remains as a topic of conforming.

Blood shed and tears drained,
only to lag behind in the same worm path.
Caught in a labyrinth, forgotten exits dusted over by age,
neglected is the stifled heart of King's speech, wrenchingly pained.
To look ahead, and leave in the past all memos of wrath;
even still, only the colorblind stands out
against the rainbow of black and white.

And the walls continue to soak up the pleads,
the only hope, now dependent,
on the last few echoes of reminiscence,
woefully seeping out onto the streets of burnt hatred.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?





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panthers2012 said...
Aug. 28, 2008 at 12:52 am
wow. this is really deep. it's very raw and inspirational... i like it :]
 
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