A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

​I drove through a new world today.

One where there was rough and ruin,

And men in chains,

Forced to carry the scars

of a thousand generations. 

The boys were branded with red pigment

On their heads and chests, 

Curses of the men before them

Scraped bare for all to see. 

The girls were gagged and blindfolded,

Their tears never free,

Trapped in a dark vacuum

where spears of hate and violence and misunderstanding 

Protruded from their chests.

And the women?

Oh, the women.

The women were bowed,

with the earth on their shoulders…

Centuries of burdens 

pressing deep into their souls. 

Heads held high,

And grave smirks on their faces. 

The buildings were spattered with sprayed-on memories,

The cars mere husks of what they once were.

A ghost town full of mortals,

Trapped between time and space 

In a forced continuum 

That never allowed them to grow up;

Never allowed them to thrive,

To rise.

I saw the pain, the fear, the hatred, the blame;

Repressed rage behind wary eyes,

Fists in the air amid collective sighs.

No names given,

and they were given no names,

Faceless numbers,

Blood in the streets,

and evil lurking in shadows. 

Hope nonexistent 

With innumerable adversaries 

striking relentlessly from all angles. 

Today, I saw

The “other” I never got used to,

The “ugly” I never saw plain.

I saw years of despair, tribulation,

and sadness. 

I saw the things that happen 

When the soul of a man 

is ripped from its core,

His identity stripped,

his will broken.

I saw what happens when 

a society turns against you,

and civility is only a wishful dream. 

Where unity is not United,

And division is perceived as salvation. 

Today, I drove through the world I’ve always known…

But this time I had my eyes open. 

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Inner Peace

True wealth is the wealth of the soul


Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.


A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity


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