the revelation

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    the revelation

    the revelation

    beneath the soil grave an echo cried out
    arise brother, sister, mother, father, parent, friend
    succumb not to fiendish and cruelest death
    come, breath long, wide and deep
    be strongest, permit not the wicked
    to seize and end Life that is God’s precious gift

    yes, your life’s disintegrated by the enemies of steel
    yet unyielding to any unfriendly terms
    continue to breath for life and be more stronger
    you are not alone but in solidarity with others
    ascertain to struggle and dare to continue the fight
    be firm and be steadfast with your faith

    end slavery perpetrated by the ladies and lords
    the landed gentry, the upper class in society
    trusted puppets occupying huge posts
    eloquent speeches, lies, corruption and immorality
    fortified by the rule of law and executive orders,
    concealing their rottenness, futility and conspiracy

    your land, your dwelling place God has given it a great bless
    allow the imperialists’ machineries, entrust their dummies
    the future generation will die the soonest in the process
    be vigilant and take care your dwelling place
    even offering one’s life in fearless defense
    and in every heart and mind your name forever remains

    our forebears defended the tyrants
    highly honoring the brave ones
    commending genuine revolutionaries
    to all parts of this land and in every corners
    into the altar of change, all will offer salutations
    to dearly old and new comrades and friends

    announcing the Shalom, the biblical jubilee
    is the peoples’ genuine victory
    peace, justice, love and equality
    food, job, shelter and security
    the great promise of life’s abundance
    marks the Year of the Lord is at hand

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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