Hedgerow

Hedgerow   4/10/2014

The dead may not make the cover

But that does not change a thing

Because the truth still matters

Always has

And always will. 

The world highlights

And the world ignores

Based on things

Others have decided. 

They refuse to see

And they cover their hears

As they babble on and on

With the same old lies. 

How long does it take?

And how long can this last?

The irrefutable facts

Tragic and terrible.

If people kill themselves

Then you must wonder why

But every day and in every way

They are reduced, attacked

And humiliated.

The glue has lost its grip

And everything comes undone

As many souls cry out

Their spirits crushed

Before they could burn. 

Look at it all

The blindness and the horror

And burn it into your brain

Because it is only centimeters away

From you and for me.

Some things get better over time

Like scotch and old velvet

But not this

And not now.

You can set your watch

And you can stare at the sky

But the blood moon is rising

And so are the dead.

Bloody tattered and vengeful

They will have their day

Breathing, speaking and judging

All that is

And all that was.

We see in part

And we know precious little

But what is invisible

Is always greater

Than what is spoken

And told. 

Tears won’t mean a thing

Once the damage is done

And now is the time for prayer

While the battle still rages

And the truth has not won.

We have come so far

But all will be wasted

If we do not act

And we do not question. 

Take another look

And not just at the obvious

But always look deeper

And underneath

The rocks. 

The hidden has more meaning

And the names run on forever

As man’s ugliness breaks the surface

Indelible and sick.