She Who Watches - She Who Waits - She Who Listens - She Who Speaks
Blanche McLanahan [ehcnald at yahoo.com]
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Here we sit looking back through all the years. Wondering where we failed, entangled in knots these genetic gears.
The children have gone, they had no voice. Humanity left them standing, gave them no choice.
A time came they killed their mothers, fathers and peers. Their excuse lay broken, buried throughout the years.
Hippocratic oaths cradle the thought in hand. Judges ridicule the widow who alone stands.
And what justice we found on hold, bartered, then sold......All man had left of his soul.
Our humanity long ago died, left adrift at sea in all the tears cried.
What went wrong with the mother who gave us hope and the promises of God misused by the pope?
Is there truth to echo these empty halls, forgiveness for man who on his knees crawls?
And Papae Satan now flourishes in darkness of our toil, no seeds to sow, Earth is barren without soil.
God Bless the memory of our Children who had dreams
Forgiveness was foremost...but we failed to believe
Praise to the children
of the world as they express in their word the true harmony of man's
They do not judge, they find forgiveness.
They do not frown, they smile.
The find not hate, but love.
They express the true color of our world through prisms of love's light.
We, the people, must shift our perspectives and see through the eyes of our children.
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Copyright 2007 - Blanche McLanahan