People Over Politics, Survival Over Surrender, World Over Wealth!
Dawn to Dusk ~ Philip Brent Harris
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Evan found hope in a bin in an ally.
He would show you if you let him,
though you object to all he implies,
recoil at his rough, ragged bedlam.
Honest with holy peace of children,
he wanders up and down the street,
tries to give you a wildflower wreath.
Though he repels, you see how sweet
he smiles, the gap between his teeth.
You ponder if what he will give you
will show wonders and your healing.
Once seen as a man of lavish power,
a wicked weapon which he wielded,
From atop his mighty marble tower.
Until he met a challenge, unshielded,
to his love, who was his secret heart.
Couldn’t buy time, a cure to heal her.
When she died, he lost all joy and art.
His will shattered into jagged shards.
He abandoned everything he owned.
Evan faded; got lost in passing faces,
seeking truth in beauty; it had flown.
He sank lower, lost, he counted paces.
Till hope he found lost in the garbage,
rotten fruit, broken pieces we call life.
And we’re glutted by foreign barges,
Promise, promise, deliver only strife.
Too shiny; it makes life look starker.
You search, are left bereft of change.
You ponder if what he will give you
will show wonders and your healing.
If he might mint you, make you new,
Snatch your blindfold, thus revealing
the Truth that awaits deep within you.
As you watch the world grow darker,
Wonder is there a way to rearrange.
Read newspapers, listen to the news.
All reports you read make you shiver.
Everyone professes different views.
If change is present, it must whisper.
Everyone needs to grow silent or never
will we hear it despite all our disquiet?
Not found by being diligent or clever.
Doesn’t wait within gluttony or diet.
answer to the queries we’re speaking,
hidden by space between each breath.
Blinking of our eyes contains a code
we must decipher long before death.
The tapping of the rain has foretold
all secrets we will ever need to know,
telling you your life, what you mean,
where you slide easily into the flow.
You ponder if what he will give you
will show wonders and your healing.
If he might mint you, make you new,
Snatch your blindfold, thus revealing
the Truth that awaits deep within you.
Instead, we tramp to the drums of war,
Wear uniforms made to suit the poor.
Kill and die for greedy fools in power,
Who lack for naught, still want more.
Our home lives as surely as our being.
We’re the virus in the eco-circulation,
Multiply, we harm rather than fleeing.
Where’s the vaccine, drug, inoculation
So our damage might become undone.
In his eyes you see your answer then
And know it lives deep inside of you.
His smile may hold the key to when.
You must free yourself, refuse to rue,
shout mightily and make a joyful din.
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
Unite the World!
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