Like a soul without radiance.
As a heartbeat without rhythm.
A violin absent of its bow.
A visionary with hollow eyes.
His dream apparently has died.
Comparisons of contrast as, brass resounding in the wind.
Is a nuisance of its tone.
Incongruity is the equal of its sum.
Resonance of harmony, is of course an impossibility.
As a conductor of a symphony directs with amputated arms.
So is a society blinded by demise.
Humanity is hopeless, filling rivers with her cries.
As history repeats a babylonian fall.
A Holocaust of America.
Will be remembered in her majesty.
Only as a “pop” on every Facebook wall.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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Reblogged this on iblogstr8sicit's Blog and commented:
I wrote this last year and i found it and it produced many tears! God help and bless us all This 4th of July 2015.
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Really wonderful.
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Thanks sincerely! I appreciate your kind words.
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i love that mom.its how i feel lately,visionary with hollow eyes.it will get better.one day it will be allright
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Thanks sincerely, I appreciate your kind words. 🙂 It’s getting better every day:))
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