The Beast In The Lamb Poem by Collette Y Anderson Williams

Silently, we guarded and enshrouded
the seeds which kept poisoning the land -
seedlings we have watered -
and the seeds they did give the increase.

Blood-stained togs we have scrubbed
while our mothers and babes
wrenched with grief -
when they have had
snuffed out from them
their masters of release.

Voices echoed from the graves of the perished ones,
as the nation ached for their beloved.
Bewildered mothers, fathers and babes -
all the same -
none was exempted!
Certainly - in this - there can be no gain!

Broken promises and lies foretold
when truth and honesty
could they no longer behold.

But these wounds can only be ameliorated
when the land slaughters the beast
in self and nurtures the lamb in her bosom.

It is only then
that the barren land will heal
and yield fruits of gold -
renewed moral values and integrity
that can once again be bold!