Originally published in "The Crossroads Magazine - October 7"
Where I can no longer see
What it feels to be
Unweighted and
Unafraid
Justice on its knees
Waging a war
I don't believe
Why does the blind man plead?
An ignorant place
lies underscore
Sense of grace
Bloody footprints walk
Eyes that are vacant
Still I do weep
In your great vessels of steel
We carry your greed
Across our backs
Our naked
Souls and brittle bones
Weary beneath
A heart still beats
Across this great plain of change
Trumpets sound your name
Herald your peace
Lend me faith
I beg you to bring
A perfect rose
To tide this rage
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