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I Am On My Way Back


I’m on my way!
I can’t hold back the flood much longer, Great Grandmother.
There are children dying of hunger, Grandmother.
Their ribs speak pantries full of my apathy, Mother.
Their eyes speak libraries of my fear, Great Grandfather.

My greed's been left to fester and paint the self-portrait of my demise. They, these dying children, are waiting on me to rise up and feed them! Shall I wait longer? Can I actually allow another day to pass before I speak my mind, before I shake the foundations of apathy and flood the world with Love?

I'm on my way! There are children thinned from hunger, sunken by indifference- Oh! Love, bring me along now to prevent even the least of suffering! I'm on my way and need you to guide me through Love’s maze that I might arrive and turn into another and another and wed with Love for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for Love before fear, Love before war, Love not greed, Love not hunger, Love long before death. The green of Love stands like a fortified stronghold, hips beckoning to me, eyes gazing upon man's fear.

She pleads for me to speak, to act upon the promises that tumbled off my wagging tongue.


© 2011 by mark prime

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