Demons Stalking the Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Murderer's marauders henchmen of the madman holding on to power by silencing the opposition Stealing the people from their own ...
Murderer's marauders henchmen of the madman holding on to power by silencing the opposition Stealing the people from their own ...
Willing to crush the people to brutalize the nation to bomb the cities and take them in the night The ...
Sitting down with evil pure oppression willing to crush resistance to silence other voices Sitting down with evil Like Goebbels ...
The ghosts of the protests those yearning for freedom those who stood up after prayers going into the streets stealing ...
The protest made silence stealing them in the night removing the courageous from their homes at night Ghosts of the ...
The removal of the martyrs the abductions in the night the protests made silent by the terror in the street ...
Invisible martyrs taken in the night removed from the streets taken from our sight The madman, the strongman holding onto ...
Fear for the innocents wanting to be free under the boot of the tyrant not at liberty What must they ...
Do they hear their cries steeling them to action do the people hear the cries the cries of the martyrs ...
Do the martyrs those who have fallen the innocents in the square, the street yearning for their freedom Do they ...
More than metaphorical The tyrant firing on the people rubber bullets, ammunition tear gas on his people Coming from prayers ...
Equipped by God each of us commissioned appointed and gifted God's work to do Go, share Christ good news of ...
His hand, his heart outstretched offering welcome, friendship to each one of us walking the new neighborhood the main street ...
She was walking on the sidewalk just around the corner from home, from her place here is the city so ...
A ramp, a roof, a residence all the projects of the mission our service to the community far down the ...
We thought we would be nice generous, helpful, gracious hosts But that wasn't what he wanted, not what he had ...
Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o'clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair ...
May it take no more suffering of a righteous man for us to see the error of the ways, the ...
We all can do our part, to stand up in faith, trusting in God, and do the right thing, argue ...
A shimmering glow captured even by the digital lens seeing the light shining off the soft petals, capturing the motion ...
It was black, 3-speed, bought with paper route money and it had a banana seat. How proud I was of ...
A neighborhood on their front stoops open doors for those who can't afford don't have fans, air conditioners foreign tongues, ...
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
While Monarchs in stern Battle strove For proud Imperial Sway; Abandon'd to his milder Love, Within a silent peaceful Grove, ...
There was once a man who disguised himself as a housefly and went about the neighborhood depositing flyspecks. Well, he ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
Today or this noon She dwelt so close I almost touched her -- Tonight she lies Past neighborhood And bough ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
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