Three Hundred Words in which I Question the Parameters of Truth
To forgive a person after the damage is done is no easy task,
hatred and aggression meet with justice in court, in a legal system
rarely known for penance, contrition, repentance, sacraments of the Church,
equally unheard of is to bear witness by neighbors we must not ask,
exacting revenge is most likely encountered by local citizens.
How do we make the streets of Chicago a safe place for all visitors,
understand why I ask this unsettled question in the face of a past
noticeably riddled with bullets and hatred, a cure without symptom,
diagnosis of crime as persistent disease make the citizens watch
responders on the scene battle epidemic proportions of illness,
every participant waits for a prognosis, a fight that never ends,
doctors weigh their options when malignant tumors shut down the local stores.
Wisdom is never found but sought out by those who cannot accept to cast
overboard the whole crew who keep the ship afloat, sailing to unknown lands,
reason tells us the world is not flat with corners like a cube, but a sphere
decisively easy to chart, to map a direct path between points regardless
sea creatures may take down our vessels, overwhelm our crew, tossed to the sands.
Islands appear as safe havens in seas seasoned sailors travel in fear,
navigators set forth the course between point a and point b, where no man
Wonders about the paths unpaved by construction, imaginary flights
hubris only laughs at, darkness always remains unwritten, a blank page
ignorant of the lines that shape our future plans, until we reach the heights
chosen by mountaineers to overcome the odds of survival, the rage
humans engage blindly in these games of conscience leave us without a plan.
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