Posted by Atticus on December 25, 2005, at 19:55:45
I dreamt I stood before children,
Eyes afire like burning coals,
And I promised to stoke their gazes,
I would save their ice-bound souls,
I would provide asphalt roads
Fresh-paved and free of tolls,
I’d free them to kick hard
Like a herd of newborn foals.The clatter of their hooves
Would give men in power pause,
Didn’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas was their cause.I opened wide the corral’s gate,
Dust settled in their wake,
Amazed, ablaze, they swept on,
And I prayed for their sake,
They rumbled through a world askew,
No idea what it would take
To right beliefs so very wrong,
And I felt like a fake.The clatter of their hooves
Would give men in power pause,
Didn’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas was their cause.I had no answers for them,
Merely stirred them to stampede,
With wizard’s words, a crop
Was planted from the seed
Of flaming words they’d never heard,
Tinderbox to a need
To lay their blazing trail,
An adolescent’s creed.The clatter of their hooves
Would give men in power pause,
Didn’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas was their cause.Most were roped and branded
Before they’d gone three miles,
Their necks stretched in lassos,
Each shed tears as a child
Robbed of rare innocence,
Of one romp in the wild,
But a few still race on,
No saddle, no bridle.The clatter of their hooves
Will give men in power pause,
Don’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas is their cause.
poster:Atticus
thread:592132
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