Epiphany
Poetry by Melissa Mercado KamaUtopia
There is a place where freedom lives,
Where hunger, danger and loneliness know not.
It is a place that no one has seen.
For no one has yet the good to build it.
Greed and power have resided here,
Long since the beginning of man and sin.
Long has it corroded the souls of good.
Long has it flourished the spirits grim.
Money and materials replace good and growth.
Rights and respect have not in lifetimes.
Some keep hope in a tiny wooden box.
As keepsake of short moments for rainy days.
The hands of power are soaked in blood.
They are soaked in gold and flesh and paper.
To them, here’s too great a place to ruin
For the sake of many, for their compromise.
Many no longer means movement.
For many hands are chained to their own feet.
They’re chained by blood and gold and paper.
And change is nowhere to be seen.
Neither is freedom, stranded in dreams.
Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009
