Eric Cockrell

Redemption, Revival, Or Epitaphs - Poem by Eric Cockrell

rain swept morning...
and all the sins of yesterday
roll down the face of humanity.
redemption, or revival?
the hand finds the heart,
the eyes see the soul,
fear washes away unnamed.
cities built of shadows,
great smokestacks, vacant shrines.
and it's always the voices,
and the faces, struggling,
to be heard and seen!
man imprisoned himself by nations,
sold too cheaply on the block.
murders his mother beneath the wheels,
never hearing her cry.
sacrificing the children
to feed the inner beast.
now we stand naked in the rain...
redemption, revival, or epitaphs,
left by the children's graves!

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  • (4/18/2012 4:36:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012

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