Thursday, July 18, 2019

The Narrow Light Of Truth


The hierarchy of dispensation
roves through the ages,
fresh fruit for one, bone meal for
the other, rank versus imperfection,
one sun shines for a few but injustice for all, 
brutes placing themselves above God,
and the gulf of restraint that lies between
the helpless and powerful, human bondage
raves through the Scientific Age still, where
are the modern-day heroes? Where's Zumbi 
dos Palmares? Where's Spartacus? Where's 
Harriet Tubman? Where's Frederick Douglas?
Where's Enrique of Malacca? Where's James 
Somersett? Where's Nat Turner? Where's Ammar
ibn Yasir? Where's Abram Petrovich Gannibal?
Where's Margret Garner? Where's St. Patrick?
Where's Aesop? Where's Moses? Where are they?
Gone from the torn pages of history, we need
our heroes, we need freedom for all, and laws for 
all and not the privileged and sated few who follow
no rule of law, we have traveled nowhere and have 
died in our oppressor's chains-ENOUGH. 

- John Hardesty   
   

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