I am what I am; I will be what I will be.

Friday, March 29, 2013


When commonsense has fled,
wisdom gone into exile,
When memory dies a convenient death
and neighbors seem enemies,
When desolation becomes peace
and compassion bartered for rhetoric –
Conscience becomes a curse,
a burden,
a tear,
a sigh.
I hope
they will crush my memory,
and my conscience
along with it,
So that I too would see
peace in desolation,
compassion in rhetoric,
and the golden hues that
drape the ghosts.

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