The hands of time paint
upon the canvas of fleeing life;
each stroke a unique highway traveled.
Choices of both happiness and strife
chase unanswered complaints;
leaving weary twisted minds raveled.
Faith hangs audaciously on the walls of
hope;
The easel of truth wobbles on uninsured
slopes.
The masterpieces of peace are all gone;
rotting in fields of shattered dreams.
Unleashed holocaust terrors freely roam;
And justice is torn apart at its tattered seams.
Yet, liberation gestates in the gallery of deep
redemption.
Days of injustice are numbered and without
exemption.