New River ~ Philip Brent Harris

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I speak my disquiet to the concrete and the glass
And every other person who, on the lane, I pass.
Tell it to the trees, the birds, every blade of grass;
Officials rarely listen; so I tell each lad and lass.

Nothing came from my dismal, despairing cries.
Teargas, flashbangs, falling down from the skies.
Because, too weak a reason to unanswered whys,
The more we hear, more we discover further lies.

All the wicked pretense of their fiction believes.
Knowing that fraternity of the haters deceives.
Murdered sons, daughters, your family bereaves,
Lives lost to rabid prejudice, all to those thieves.

My anxiety swells; I yell at buildings and streets.
A warning bell in my head rings, repeats, repeats.
A bellicose yell, send in troops, bleats and bleats.
The kettle of our boiling heats and heats and heats

When battle-smoke clears, what will be left behind?
Our leaders’ place in the atrocity is, in no way, kind.
Are we too afraid to admit the heinous acts remind;
We kidnapped people and the eye we turn is blind?

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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

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