Outcry Against White Tape

In halls of power, this tale unfolds,
Where ancient tales of greed are told,
Where white men with pens and ties of silk,
Weave "white tape" through dreams like milk.

It's but a form, a whisper thin,
A bureaucratic web of sin,
A labyrinthine coil of law,
That strangles hope and justice raw.

It's rules and regs, it's forms to fill,
A silent scream, a bitter pill,
It's layers thick, a fortress strong,
That binds us all, that does us wrong.

It's red tape's cousin, pale and bright,
That wraps our dreams, a shroud of blight,
It's endless loops, it's twists and turns,
That choke our spirits, as it burns.

This dreaded tape of whitened hue,
Binds our dreams, our visions strew,
A convoluted web it weaves,
An endless maze that none perceive.

This, twisted tape, a veil of dread,
Strangles growth, our spirits dead, In its gossamer threads, our dreams are caught,
A symphony of voices, silenced, wrought.

It chokes our rivers, stills our streams,
Condemns our hopes to empty schemes,
With every knot, a dream deferred,
A silent scream, a justice blurred.

For though it's white, it's deadly too,
And it's time we break it, me and you.
Come, let us fight and stand as one,
No matter color, creed, or run,

Come, raise your voice, and take a stand,
Against this tape, that binds our land,
Let us stand, in unity,
Our voices loud, our hearts set free,

We'll tear through its loops, unravel its twine,
We'll break through walls, we'll draw a line,
For in this fight, we'll stand as one,
Together strong, until it's done.

We rise, we fight, we push, we pull,
Against the tape, we break the lull,
For though it binds, it cannot crush,
The spirit fierce, the soul unhushed.

So we stand, we rise, we roar,
Against the tape, we break the door,
For in the end, we know, we'll see,
A world unbound, a world that's free.

Beneath the Stains

In a time where prideful ignorance reigns,
And truth lies dead, buried beneath the stains,
Of a propaganda whispered sweetly to the ear,
Guiding the masses, like lemurs, without fear.

The Pied Piper leads, a tune so sweet,
His words like honey, a deceptive treat,
And the simple people follow, blind leading blind,
To the depths of their folly, they're inclined.

They vote for agendas, against their own best interest,
Swayed by emotions, having their minds suppressed,
Lacking in reason, their thoughts controlled,
By the puppeteer's strings, their actions bold.

My cry, a plea, falls on deaf ears,
To stop and think, to quell their fears,
To listen to others, to see the truth,
To remove their darkened glasses, to become a sleuth.

But alas, they march, in a trance,
Led by their passions, in a dance,
Of folly and blindness, they're ensnared,
By the Pied Piper's tune, none are spared.

So I watch, with a heavy heart,
As the world falls apart,
In a time where prideful ignorance reigns,
And truth lies dead, beneath the stains.

Dark Minds Hinder Progress

Depths of darkness, where ignorance resides,
A realm of minds unwilling to abide.
Refusing knowledge, a choice self-made,
A burden heavy on progress laid.

Darkened thoughts, a stagnant sea,
Resistance to the waves of wisdom free.
In evolution's dance, they stand apart,
A weight upon the beating heart.

Society's advance, a relentless climb,
Yet, they linger, chained to their own time.
The unwilling learners, a solemn thread,
Where prideful ignornance reigns and truth is dead.

Oh, let the light of learning pierce the night,
Ignite the minds that shun the insightful light.
For in the grasp of knowledge, we find release,
A key to unlock the shackles, grant us peace.

Servant to All

Assigned, those destined by purpose's decree,
Bound by duty, a sacred decree.
Attached, seekers drawn by needs untold,
Yet Jesus served both, his compassion manifold.

In life's dance, two souls emerge,
Assigned and attached, a delicate surge.
Jesus, a servant to both, divine embrace,
Healing virtue flowed in each tender trace.

Gethsemane's shadows, a weight profound,
Yet, to the cross, his purpose unwound.
For those assigned and attached, love's call,
In sacrifice, he gave, embracing all.

A prayer whispers in the quiet breeze,
Pick up your cross, beneath life's trees.
Seek the anointing, a daily shower,
In drained moments, turn to God's power.

Rise Again

On a tear-soaked bed in the dead of night, shadows dance,
And weeping echoes in a mournful trance.
Yet beyond the darkness, hope's light will gleam,
For joy awaits beyond the darkest dream.

Two cheeks, two sides of one face, in unity entwined,
As a coin flipped, revealing what we'll find.
In an exchange for goods, a cycle's spun,
From dawn to dusk, the journey begun.

Waves crash low, then rise with might,
Winter yields to Spring, embracing light.
The meek ascend, the prideful fall,
In life's grand dance, we heed the call.

What's veiled in darkness meets the dawn,
Exposed in light, the truth is drawn.
In every cycle, a tale unfolds,
Of resilience, transformation, and exchange twofold.

So turn your face, embrace the flow,
For life's eternal rhythm, we come to know.
In the ebb and flow of joy and pain,
We find our strength, and rise again.

Tear Collector

When moments are heavy with sorrow's weight,
As tears cascade like gentle rain,
I find solace in God's compassionate trait,
Thanking him for the comforting refrain.

For in the depths of my despair,
When darkness veils the path ahead,
I feel his divine presence there,
Collecting tears, as love is spread.

With tender hands and heart so pure,
God gathers each teardrop, every sigh,
Offering solace, an eternal cure,
As silent guardian of the sky.

So, I offer thanks for his grace,
For the warmth of empathy divine.
In God's embrace, I find my place,
Where tears are a cherished and sacred sign.

Widow’s Joyful New Beginning

Casting off sorrow's veil,
A widow finds strength, her spirit set sail.
New chapters unfold, with courage ablaze,
Embracing joy, in life's vibrant maze.

Opportunity whispers, a promise untold,
A canvas anew, where stories unfold.
Blessed by resilience, grace in each stride,
She dances with hope, by destiny's side.

Grief may linger, a tender scar,
Yet within her, a radiant star.
A metamorphosis, bold and free,
A song of strength and jubilee.

At the forefront, she leads with might,
A beacon of strength in the battles' light.
Her husband smiles from a celestial abode,
As she paves a path on life's courageous road.

An example, she is to women young and old,
Her narrative of resilience encourages others to be bold.
As she forges ahead, her legacy unfolds,
A tale of fortitude in a mounument she molds.

Widow’s Encouragement

In tombs deep, where grief does dwell,
A widow's heart, a tale to tell.
To you, dear one, whose path is new,
Embrace the dawn, let hope renew.

In echoes of a love once known,
Find strength within, let seeds be sown.
Through tear-stained nights and endless ache,
Know that time can gently break.

The whispers of the past may sting,
Yet from sorrow, new beginnings spring.
In solitude, find solace sweet,
As memories and love entreat.

Though tempests rage and winds may howl,
Within your heart, a resilient prowl.
For seasons change, and so shall you,
A metamorphosis, strong and true.

In shared stories, both joy and strife,
Connect with kindred souls in life.
For in the tapestry of fate,
New threads emerge, don't hesitate.

Widowhood is but a chapter, dear,
A testament to love sincere.
From the ashes, rise once more,
A phoenix born, forevermore.

Embrace the dawn, the sunlit glow,
For in your strength, new blooms will grow.
In whispered winds and moonlit skies,
A symphony of hope, forever flies.

The Meek will Inherit the Earth

There are hrouds of shadows, where silence weaves
Among the hollow, a place where no heart grieves.
In a culture cold, where kindness fades,
The prey, with beating hearts, in quiet parades.

Through haunted streets, where numbness reigns,
A symphony of sorrow, in the prey's refrains.
Beneath the moon, a heart's soft beat,
Echoes in the darkness, a vulnerable feat.

They walk as ghosts, with souls untold,
In search of warmth, in a world grown cold.
Yet, predators lurk, with eyes so keen,
To feast upon the hearts, pure and serene.

A dance of survival in the midnight air,
The prey's pulse whispers, a silent prayer.
Beware the ones who wear a guise,
For in their hands, compassion dies.

But amidst the shadows, a flicker of hope,
The prey's resilience, a slippery slope.
In the night's embrace, they persevere,
For even in darkness, love will appear.

So, let the heartless tread with care,
For the prey's spirit is a flame to bear.
In a culture of void, they endure the strife,
A symphony of hearts, the rhythm of life.