Rolling Stones Poem by Keith Lankford

Transfixed in fear they sit in prisons
Giving way to the fear they found
Watching played out nightmares
Technicolor sounding
Airwaves scream
Nightmares slicing through silent dreams
Open eyes blinded
Open eyes unseeing
Nation to nation
Global community
Policing they ration
Liberties once free
Emptiness is felt in the souls they breed
To late to surrender beaten to their knees
Cries in the night to the sky above
Help us please Lord
Help us
Some plead and some fight
As neighbors turn on neighbors
As brothers turn on brothers
As the multiplied masses are divided to fractions
Just a image of the men who once stood strong
or knelt on the Earth becoming stone
Broken in faith broken into
a quartered dissected new avenue
Traveled by many road blocks ahead
Months given way to years given away to fear
Arriving at the beginning arriving at the end
Fragment of stones broken shattered on the ground
Lost in a world of what once was
Fractured and rolling far from all truth
Tombs now open still a prison to you
Lost in the present denying the past
Transfixed in fear
They wait