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Mark Lecuona Aug 2015
The animated mystery
Inside every sunset and crescent moon
An optimistic journey
While the shadowed silhouette
Covers an empty spoon

In the cradle’s motion
Destiny is determined for the chosen few
And to what devotion
Or earthly friend
Can the poor turn to?

Living below the surface
Of human consciousness and material worth
With no political office
To end hopelessness
On this mean earth

Nothing but misery
And alienation covers their injured minds
Caring is a political primary
With insincere oration
Leading the blind

No law of value
Can nurture a child or free it’s mother
No white statue
Of truth defiled
Will care for another

Groomed for a process
Ruthlessness assumes advantage gained
It is through applied duress
And forced subordination
That wealth be obtained

Scorned at birth
Exploited and discarded under a cross
Venturing forth
With faith to depend
On an ancient promise

With grace upon them
And love showers as never before
The masses of poverty
Of whom you never knew
Are free of your violent war

— The End —