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A patterned mind
of mosaic and collage
with stone bound souls
in endless tunnels.
Walls that shatter greed
staring at us inwardly
lamenting the blessed curse
patching doctrines to carve us.
We lost it; our senses,
when we became human.

Falling to the damnation; earth
voices that do not tell
good, evil or none.
A confused world
we have built here
no right, no wrong
just trends and verses
decieving the lantern
that burns us white.
Covering our eyes
with transparent veils
see that we see clearly
the truth; we do not.
The ache that hunts us
is this blindness
nothing seems perfect
if not self.
Self; the witchcraft
that made us inanimate.
Judging the colors that,
our ancestors called white
they’ve been black
before revolution came.
Wordless words; wisdom that speaks
the oaks of redemption
stands agape
seeking for the hand,
that will hold on.

We now agree that Exodus
was never our beginning…

By Ruth Brodrick

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Author: I- read

This is a free blog aimed at watering poetic minds and quenching the thirst of readers. My passion for words commemorates the desires to speak the truth, interplay with emotions and voice the fights in troubled souls. Welcome to i-read..

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