The Four Horseman (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
Up rode the white horse, From somewhere far below; Prideful, full of power, And charming as a doe. ***** The ...
Up rode the white horse, From somewhere far below; Prideful, full of power, And charming as a doe. ***** The ...
Murdering, terrorizing declaring war on his people not "the violence in Libya" but death in the streets The madman brutalizing ...
Bombing his people terror from the skies killing the innocents to perpetuate his lies No mandate for leadership only holding ...
The freedoms cut off taking them away shooting them in the street driving them into fear Killing their speech the ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
Stopping in our worship offering up a praise a thanksgiving for our freedom thankful for the difference what we take ...
Happy to consider the profound difference the freedoms we cherish to pray for their struggle to shake off the yoke ...
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 ...
Sitting down with evil giving lies a stage complicit in their propaganda giving voice to their rage The opiate of ...
The chill of their lies buying time to regroup to fend off the people to abduct them in the night ...
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 ...
In the silence of the night you beside me, the sound of your breathing quiet throughout the house nighttime fallen, ...
Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off the moon. He liked to go into a ...
He would leave early and walk slowly As if balancing books On the way to school, already expecting To be ...
Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long ...
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