Why won't they comprehend what I'm feeling?
I hear cries coming from the fields
they sound like they are ill-
this is for real.
I see them burning books
like it is a performed art
while given ***** looks
slashing paintings that once touched someone's heart.
In the background of the screams
I hear poetic walking about
giving a poetic shout...
Screaming for crying out loud
what is wrong with the people in this town?
that is when everyone stood around.
Then the poet said;
Oh, take this kiss I give upon the brow
and give love back to the crowed
and don't be so proud-
you point your fingers at the poor
and burn their books
because want them to silent
and keep them from learning what is holy.
Don't you know, God is the one in control?
don't you hear the sound
of this little old town?
no matter what you do
they will still learn -
because He is the one who teaches
He is the one you hear crying out in the fields
why you are making the town ill,
but I say this-you will never prevail
Because God is REAL
and He will heal.
- Judy Emery © 1977 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery