I felt the light, as it watched man fall
Through eyes that knew tears which made thunder storms
Just as twilight engulfed our eternity in night
Did you see, he toss himself into the ocean waves
It twas an alter boy bearing scaring marks and the key
Wanting to see the forest to lapse into dreams of harmony
He knew the edge bore no more whispers of vacant holy things
No more taunting verbal queues or lingering pains after to redress
The haunting robed ones spake 'blessings' during what we call 'rape'
The priest can't touch you anymore whilst you lie asleep
In your brand new bed called the sea
He still expects it, the intimate murmur of the master's sin
Behind his ears, breathless, the same old sinister words
'Its not as bad as if you had refused'
'This is only for the chosen few'
He was crying, in a closet alone with spiders
If only he hadn't been pressed not to break the silence
Now he's one with the ocean's undertow
No prayer could save him, another innocent life dies
Melded into one with the blood red dawning sky
A fathers screaming cry, 'my son, who let him die'
A velvet tear in the mother's eyes, her pain may never end
The searing open wounds may never stagnate scare or mend
Infinite wisdom cannot repair the tragic cost for a family whose lost
He who raped the body and tortured the mind
A judged of our fair system ruled a slap on the wrist and no hard (jail) time
Who was the victim an innocent child
Or a man who took an oath without knowing
The magnitude of power the vow held, nor the enemy of self
And now the unrelenting humiliation selfish shame
If only all hadn't grown tired of the repetitive sin
The light might have peered inside and began to renew the 'within'
All lives involved to forgive not at first, but maybe in a while
Maybe then the system's justice might have been true
A few years hard time, or a moment with God called 'infinite solitude'
Then we might have began to know the truth, forgiveness
And ourselves!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
All's Fall
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