On The Innate Drive For What Is Right

As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds. Repression, red from irritation, Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of Armament - in cowardice - accomplice of the Dictatorial blight thro' countless years - Wreaked its retribution: Yet hope began to bloom a coloured carapace Enshrining their allegiance ‘gainst the Terror in their tears. And on! Splits yawned - breaches in the junta: Flesh fought fanatical minds - Bullets welcomed into open hands And blessed with yearnings for morality: Chiselled man-toys of death and mutilation Couldn't repel the might of freedom Surging at the bright horizon. Crepuscular rays of purpose, body, Flooded pandemonium with Overwhelming clarity, direction - Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the Light channelled out a vision, Intensifying focus on tomorrow - Deepen their stride As they home in to What is theirs, Rightfully theirs! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011 The reign of justice and freedom justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice justice freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom