I find in this
The cry of desire
To overcome odds
Of human frailty.
That which is
Being blind-eyed
To the suffering
Of humanity.
I read the hate
Of a life predestined
To reek
Of malnourished souls;
Of hatred of spirit,
Fear of change.
Scoffing at hope
For better worlds.
Feed then, not
Of the hearts devoid
Of spirit
Of hope
Of love
Devour instead wholly
That which enters
Not into the realm of
Hate
Fear
False Judgement.
Sit proudly now
At the banquet
Before you, and helpings
Are seconds
And thirds
Quench thirst for your soul
At the fountain
Of honest redemption
Purity of purpose
Sanctity of life.
I hear then the triumphant
Sound of the trumpets
Drums beating loudly
Summoning war
On the evils of man
On the wicked oppressors
On the putrification
Of all that is righteous
All that is just.
I welcome then, defiance.
And I run to its battle cry.
