Forever it is our Duty to Preserve Life and Light

poem by: Joseph Lyrette
Written on Jan 17, 2013

Blind and Innocently you were raised
 To keep your eyes Forever in a Daze
 You never see the Face or the Slave 
You dine on your Plate like a Naive
 No one told you all the Lives Slayed
 How many young to Early to the Grave
 But it's an Old Tradition it's the way of the Slave
 How far have We Come that some have no Rights
 But with our voice raise to Heaven and see the Lights
 For all creatures born unto Heaven have Rights
 All with Breath Radiate and Sparkle Holy Light
 But for them it's an Abyss Devoid of Light
 We steal that which we have been Given no Right
 But when you move so Far Away from the Light
 Into your Arrogance you Fall and become so Small
 But now is time for Each and Everyone to Stand Tall
 To become the True Lord of all that is Large and Small
 No one creature is Insignificant in Universal Light
 We are created in the image to Preserve to Sacred Light
 For it be a Dark Universe if stolen all the Luminous Light
 Forever shall we plunge our self into The Darkness
 Pray we never lose sight of the Truth the Light
 All is Sacred and Precious that is Born on Earth
 All are Stardust each the Fabric of the Universe
 Cosmic Creation the Greatest Expansion the Birth
 So before we Descend into the Forever Darkness
 Let us Shield our self like Warriors and be Royal
 Forever it is our Duty to Preserve Life and Light
  
 ~ Tabucur ~

© Jhc Tabucur Lyrette 01/07/13

 

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Stephanie Warwick commented:
So strong and powerful this is great
Fauxcroft wade commented:
Well written, great use of words.
Christopher Russon commented:
A well written poem and true all life is precious,

 

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