Prison
How sad to see
so much humanity
filled with green bile,
masked in seething sneers,
wrapped in the cloak
of hatred, and
shod with greed and avarice,
delivering pain and humiliation
in the name of righteousness.
–
Where does love
grow its gentle tendrils
among such stony soils?
–
Where can they find
a valley within
for the vivid flow of compassion?
–
How can they force themselves
to live in this prison;
their own creation
of wretched hell?
–
Hal C Clark – May 21, 2011
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