Barbara Langford

(Monroe, LA)

Evils Of The Light - Poem by Barbara Langford

At the end of our dark tunnel the
sun was warm and bright
We squint our eyes to better see
the brilliance of it's light.

A garden of green lettuce with one
hundreds on it's leaves
Lay beyond a fence of thorns, our
hands bloody from our greed.

Our hunger for the lettuce brought
destruction to our young
Our whips and chains are now replaced
with violence, drugs and guns.

Now one sits and blames the other, our
issues black and white
Although we scrape, we can't escape the
evil of the light.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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