YET WHAT IF
I spread my palms out and yet there is no blood,Yet I still bleed,
I have wept for all that is lost, Yet there are no tears,
Still I cry,
I have seen things that no one should see,
Yet I think I am blind, Visions I beheld haunt me,
I have felt despair grip a nation, Depression rule the people,
Yet the cost of freedom is almost beyond our means,
Cost of life too high,
I have been taught, I have learned,
We have intelligence, I think therefore,
Yet I wait for the day we use it,
I have hopes, dreams and desires, I look for understanding,
Compassion in a world gone to far,
Yet good out weighs bad by a slim margin,
Fanatics, Leading blind those who chose to follow without a clue,
Our voices lost on closed minds and hearts,
Humanity a thing of the past,
Praised by many, Hated by most,
Separated by politics, religion, propaganda,
Yet if we all got along, Could we rise above the apathy,
Or bury our heads in the sand, So we don't see,
THE BRIGHT LIGHT OF THE END..........
Richard E. Cartledge (PHOENIX) (c) 9/12/09
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