Shadows of Power: A Poem on Injustice and Hope #309

Shadows of Power: A Poem on Injustice and Hope In shadowed valleys, thrones cast dark, Where silence speaks, and hearts embark. A tale of time, of loss, of fight, Whispered winds carry the night. A thief in power, unseen, unbound, Where voices fade, no solace found. The rich, protected, stand behind Walls of gold, with closed minds. Shells as hard as ancient clams, Deflect the poor's desperate hands. Wealth flows, a river, into their hold, Transformed to shields, cold and bold. The essence of a nation, scattered wide, As people's hopes begin to subside. The lifeblood seized, a treasure trove, By those who plunder, never to rove. Yet, in darkness, a seed of hope resides, A reminder of where truth abides. Naboth's vineyard, the prophets' cry, Speak of justice, under the sky. A call to the weary, to those suppressed, To remember the journey towards what's best. Though shadows loom, large and grim, The spirit's resolve shall not dim. This tale, a blend of ancient and new, A beacon of light, piercing through. A call for unity, for compassion's embrace, To reclaim dignity, in this vast space. For not the shields of the unjust, But the strength of spirit, in which we trust. Will determine our fate, our collective sigh, Underneath the vast, open sky. -Written by Steven G. Lee (February 15)