The epoch-changing transitions

poem by: Gerry Legister
Written on Nov 29, 2020


While we might be sympathetic
Grappling with injustice and merit.
There is no substitute for God?
There is no substitute for truth.
There is no substitute for a sober assessment.
There is no substitute for the present realities.

Belief is not going away anytime soon.
Faith is the key to unlock exasperation.
To stop fabricating truth as an enemy out of religion.
The path to a secure future lies not in science.
But a spiritual renewal of our coexistence
in a better world eliminating the suspicious difference
with a stronger belief outside of secularism.
Ignorance of issues, violence, prejudice, and tension.
Are taken for granted without resistance. 

We have a task to revive the belief of this civilization.
To bequeath our lasting cultural heritage.
And embrace cross-cultural creativity.
Sometimes, that will become uneasy.
When we force the sinews of courage to be silent.
And try to learn what this apocalypse meant.
Life contains all the impulses of nature.
To affect passions, determination, and humor.
Supremacy is not power securing the privileges.
Overall, people with greater disadvantages.

No desire to usurp the powers of a kingdom.
And suppress the ideas of human freedom,
Can eliminate the culture and belief of an individual.
The metaphysical and theological are things more logical.
We evolved into theories of racial difference.
World leaders do not seem to act with grace.
In their political views governing a modern society.
People are treated with bigotry and inferiority.
Being less engage only make the clamor of voices.
More enraged and driven further away from choices.

Trying to force the epoch-changing transitions.
To revolutionize injustice as universal aspirations.
Aiming to develop a formidable conceptual society.
The more believers will epitomize the hostility.
The moment we surrender values to the hypocrisy.
And to this feeling of disoriented appropriation
We absorb with the ethos creating pandemonium.



 

Tags: Faith, Encouraging, Hope, Deep,

 

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