The Mantle

 

 

I picked up the mantle

That had been thrown down

By my sisters and brothers

In every town

To write about cultures

In this day and age

In the fervent belief

That they can change

 

I wrote for the child

Alone and in tears

So often abused

In those formative years

Broken and bruised

From the beating he gave

Face down on her pillow

But being so brave

 

I wrote for the young girl

Alone as before

As her husband walks out

Closing the door

Why does it always 

Happen this way 

But she'll take him back 

Knowing he'll stray

 

I wrote for the addict 

Alone on the street

Sleeping in doorways 

Can't stand on her feet

 Young and so innocent

But virtually a slave

As I take her hand

And whisper "Babe"

 

I wrote for the weak

Who spend their lives stumbling

Encouraging words

Can stop a world crumbling

Words such as value

Can make them feel strong

And give them the courage

To carry on

 

I wrote for the captives

In shackles and chains

Binding their wounds

And soothing their pain

I wrote that all men

One day will be free

As I wrote for the future

Because that's what I see

 

But sometimes this mantle 

Is heavy on me

When people don't see

The things that I see

The beauty each day

That's in Gods creation

And the beats and the rhythms 

Of a new generation

 

But we have chance

In this day and age

To make history 

Through words on a page

And you have a choice

To make on this day

Do you pick up the mantle 

Or just walk away    

 

Reviews

[Li Li]

There is a light in you.... one that comes out without even being noticed until you speak.... when I read works like this from you, I feel so much of your heart. Your vision is better than most.... your outlook is more real, and you capture it. Not only do you capture it, you display it so others can be effected by it. You provide an image that is worth seeing.... this is why you are a true poet in my eyes....

Great job Dearest Carl!
~Li

[DiamondNRough AKA Patty..]

I Love your Writings...Everyone of them!