A paean to reasonable men

Beyond the storm of screams and groans
And cries of a wretched tortured people,
Lies a child curled, fists to his ears
Consumed by the roar and fury 
Of a haunted Peace.

Sweetening his ears now burned to whitened noise 
By a howling rain of fire now a righteous silence, 
Drowning drunken senses, limbs torn 
Through melted sight alighting upon

A Carpetbagger selling dreams that burn 
In a thousand desert skies, forging death from 
Brightly shining steel devouring reasonable men, 
Tearing life and concrete tearing hope removing choice

Where none has cause to breathe in freedom's wrap.
A stranger's spell illuminates a trail of tears
To both terrify and transform
A boy to cinder stone.

Wise men speak while their people light up the sky
Like shooting stars across a deep blue stage.
'Wild el shawarig' like broken dolls Shield 
Right from might, lighting such a candle
By the Grace of God.

What politic condemns a desert boy?
What victory dilutes our shame? 
What sweet Reason seduces Conscience,
Quickens blood that innocence
May die for reasonable men?

Reasonable men hold loving children, reasonable men, reasonable men.

© Michael Snell 2015 All rights reserved.

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