Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

SableofnightShow poetry

I am the tears of my ancestors;
I am the struggle of a people, who became lost in the balance,
I am carrying the burdens of hate and misunderstanding

In the balance of what is right or wrong, I stay, with my eyes on both sides of hate,
I see the posters of truth nailed with the lies of close-mindedness.
I walk in the shadows of big money telling us who side we should be, whether or not we the people should be treated with the fairness that our fore fathers intended.

I ache at the sight of children born into a society that is base on what you are not who you are.
When I speak of love without labels, I become impaled on words of misunderstandings,
Instead of listening to what I am saying, you look between the lines for a deeper meaning to spin into your own agenda. Why can’t I love whom I choose without having to explain why I love at all.

At times, I become disgusted with humanity and at times, I am proud to be human.
I am in the balance.

My Poetry

1 - 4 of 5   Show all
  • A thousand grains---sand----
    Fragments of God’s brittle tears,
    41 lines, 1 comment, August 31
  • Disciples of love…….fatality-slaying vessels,
    Saturating in a fantasy of words,
    31 lines, August 29
  • Veiled widow eaten away,
    Clothed by failure as promise lay,
    25 lines, August 26
  • (Origins masquerade the shadows in books of asylum, salvation mutants disease----gifting endless death),
    20 lines, 3 comments, August 23

Visitor Book

Subject: