no room at the inn /Ai WeiWei Lone protestA Poem by RuseInexpolitical even can be reduced to ordinary human events, does anycare?the silver white mailed steeds galloped far and fast and leaped their heaven's celestial royal riders jumped across the wide, the moat of human flesh and blood no one partook to stop and listen or to look, 'cept few engrossed in selves, heads bowed down to mud forlorn while rejection's dust flakes' fell on dirty snow, melted mud fallen, falling from high above, earth's high polluted skies below angry spent, human cries echo off the sides of mountains who far distant sigh and weep for humanity against humanity falling, crying for those trapped against borders' territory boundaries caught, trapped within, squeezing therein between each place the meek they run, scared dread cannot outgun the heartless ones no room to cross from side to the other, they crave common human need simple sanctuary, all so simple, walls of faces turned away, stern though childrens' mothers weep border camps tents in mud, routes shut down southeast europe migrants flow, stopped by EU decree in midst of heavy rain travail, mothers wail refugees desperate swarm, countries' wars do flee in camps of sodden weariness' mess, awful stress, broken bones and teeth, shiver's cold souls' duress amassed of late, plight repeat and played again across our media screens our conscience screams crowded greek border camps or middle east any hemisphere where humans dwell seek of refuge from storm's rise of genocide across the world lands a red horse rider rides not so gallant as the the lone chinese figure walks Ai WeiWei purveyor surveyor messenger of God, beholds squalid sea of nylon canvas domes, victims' hungry eyes of glass he sees arms crossed, solemn care, speechless indignation quiet, wise lines his head and face expression flows, silently earth and heaven move spirit voices shout and join the mountains and creation ear splitting shouts heard in spirit kingdom, "how long oh Lord?" is there no solemn woe among us for those and with compassion prayer move together in tune with the God and his watchers? their silent cries muffled within thin fabric shells' walls i can hear across the universe and in my life's quarters too yells up cry, toward heaven sweep, while we in cozy's warm do sleep how many walls are there to build? vague lessons learned or none from Berlin's fallen one more planned barricade walls to erect by force of weapon, concrete or steel crush human flesh and bone designed enshrined akin to mexico's rusting one far be it restored to gleaming steel, perhaps one day nonetheless he walks on, like silent, unseen earthen angel, his arms folded weak, yet conviction strong valient, little known hero human his face in wry stare, indignant quiet observes intimidates convicts the greedy though powerless in flesh he does record uphold in silent mind soul's testimony before witness of man and God stands alone and represents all of those and some who in the least, compassion feel, do yield before to heaven's gate recorded in His book 'til the day appointed his eternal wise omniscience' plan of reckoning above the plans and rule of man when all thought be weighed and measured by his holy court of law above the earth, world's face when men and angels holy made will judge and speak for trodden outcasts' behalf for you and me forsaken rejected, maligned assigned for now we'll sing another song, as real as life and death now is a place as yet to come, shall be a testimony that He cares, does listen, though now, for just a little while in his shadow wait our measure is by frail transitory minds', patience weak due suffering formidable, life upon this rocky orb in lonely space we are like spring grass here and now, gone tomorrow in summer's sun in time's short grip in fallen curse upon this age on earth we live with death, we wait to blow away in the wind our time is short, like the refugees we are only here for a little while before death's door, if not taken in instant's snuff when conscious mind be blown out comes when like a candle or a switch lights be put out, will we not see and act and be there for the refugees before each our end, some might or will see his truth and love justified when and what man is always powerless to fix to overcome resentment and chains of pout tomorrow comes for everyone though He does not answer unless you listen he is creator God, fully omnipotent and one he will recompense those who make room at the inn whether in their heart of prayers' spirit or in deed © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on March 11, 2016 Last Updated on March 17, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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