Shadows of those lost,

     Phantoms prowling tonight's dream return, Open your eyes, Promises of remembrance thrive in waking life... Especially of the lost who're no longer with us in life...  But we linger, Staring at the fruitless for every voice shouting until bloody for a response left thirst and dry, As G-ds tolerance for despicable inaction unto the world's nearly over starving, For which whom the ghost who haunt our dreams are born from death into our every sleep unto wake caption of living!

In lieu of His donated inaction,
Unto everyone but...
Those who defile prayer
RICH. WHITE. PRIVILEGED!
As they cry for more of Greed's drug.
Longing as they stand over the sand castling beds...
Of those who lay dying.
Willingly blind to acknowledging...
That the problem always was...
Us!