see. faces of men, dancing in pale
shadows of sadness. Faces of men,
in quiet cemeteries; buried in
worn out emptiness and poverty.
beautiful cities of men, losing its
glories, through decades of silence.
we sadly waits for the birth of a
savior, to rescue us all, from the
wreckage of yesterday.
Oh, tell me why! Why do we humans
always waits for a savior, a hero?
Perhaps, we’ve been reduced to mere
men; forgetting that, we have an
inherent potential, to rescue each
other, when the evil hands of pain
& misfortune lifts its deadly head;
striking the innocent in cold silence.
Written by A.G. McDaniels // 11/11/15
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