I CANNOT DEFINE IT

Ron Brown writes with a deep and dignified passion. Here is his powerful commentary on small miserable excuses for folk and happily a Great Man

The Time Tunnel

I CANNOT DEFINE IT

by Ron Brown

I cannot define it.

But I know it when I see it.

I see it in blue eyes rimmed in the grey of old age,

and in alabaster faces turning red with rage.

I see it in thin, tight lips bowed by hatred’s yoke.

Its hair stained yellow by cigarette smoke.

Still, I cannot define it.

But I know it when I see it.

I see it glaring from a sea of faces;

In restaurants and other public places,

As if spying something it finds most vile;

Pulling its valued things closer all the while.

Sadly, I cannot define it.

But I know it when I see it.

I see it occupying stations on high;

Diabolically building wealth while poor people die.

It builds castles and walls to keep out the dark,

As if building the antithesis to Noah’s ark.

Yet, I cannot…

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