Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Holy Land Comments

Rating: 5.0

High above the land tonight, consciousness hangs motionless in stagnant flight,
And deep beneath its learned wings sits the pride of foolish beings, with only the knowledge of disguise and deceits; they brace the ignorance of their kings and follow blindly into the nights of barren waste lands that once held life, and on the kings words the desperately cleave, without the inheritance of self belief.

Not one king or one of the regal prophet men, show the way but yet still walk and talk across the land as if heavenly sent to deliver the words of the divine plan, invoking the words of god from their books with blood on their hands, with every word they speak toxic aromas are hung in the air, thrown forward by the poison tongued doctrinaire. Too question what is said is to question the word of god and punished by death, by the doctrines own word they said!
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Obinna Eruchie 05 September 2009

The kings and the prophets who are suppose to be embodiments of peace and joy across the Holy Land, are instead embodying despair and sorrow across it-the people are hoping for better days. An interesting prose poem.

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