Weeell, I never got around to finishing the one I mentioned, but here's another newer one......

Though none of us are truly whole
we were created by Perfection
of which our every severed soul
combines to form a pale reflection.

Although we all must fall and fail
it does not mean we shall not rise
as long as we can keep the trail
beneath our weary, faithful eyes.

In secrecy we all behold
what clearly stands as solid truth
but even growing wise and old
we disregard it as in youth.

So sadly, few will now admit
to what is righteous to be done
for this society permits
the Facts to be spoken by none.

“Conviction” now is little more
than sticky notes on jurists’ chairs,
whose lawyer’s best upon the floor,
and who can buy the biggest shares.

But, inward, all who stand the Trials
know why they‘ve been summoned here;
they know their deeds and all their guile
no matter if their names are cleared.

No words from our simplistic tongues
could burn the tarnished walls of guilt
but if, perhaps, we still are young,
a cleaner prison can be built.

Well , you 've grabbed my attention.

All that Alice says about you is true! Please keep writing and send your work here to Wondersmith.

My eyes find true delight in reading your poetic pieces.


Nice meeting you (in text) - Jim.







Peace and Blessings,



Julie

Powerful poem, Jim. And I whole heartedly agree with it.
There's an important lesson to be learned here, but unfortunatley most people never do. Why can't they seem to see the obvous?
Ah well, I guess it's our job to keep pointng it out?!

I look forward to more of your poems, Jim. Welcome aboard.

Love
Pam