As If wishing made it so
Hope that the cold concrete slab fuels connections to a softer view
As if eternity waits, somewhere, between the lines for you
But the godforsaken fog turns the path too blind to pursue
And hell's a place that, sometimes, we all pass through
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Rush ahead to recapture the past, venture a highway to renew
As if every child deserves a home with promises of love due
But hunger lives to rob the poor leaving only emptiness to chew
And hell's a place that, sometimes, we all pass through
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A brave young warrior hits the road with few possessions blue
As if survival could be entrusted to dirty hands that withdrew
Miles of stone cold pavement dragged a diehard's soul in two
And hell's a place that, sometimes, we all pass through
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Hope that the cold concrete slab fuels connections to a softer view
As if knowing could allow me sleep, perchance a dream ensue
Where a wish upon a star would make all your prayers come true
And hell would be an illusion that innocence never knew
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Black Friday
As the hype of the holidays begins, I want to feel it, too. Yet, I didn't sleep at all tonight over a local news report that left me heartbroken and, ultimately, created this piece. After the news, I watched a PBS episode of the Frontline series called "Hungry Kids."
The "breaking news" story that dampened any attempt at holiday spirit for me relayed a recent case of animal abuse, where a 5-month old pit bull puppy wearing a blue collar and leash, was tied to a strangers vehicle. Unknowingly, the driver proceeded down Highway 55, dragging the puppy for miles before the police were called and he was flagged down. The puppy is near death at the local humane society after being tended to by the doctor and staff. The stranger, who was unaware that the pup had been tied to his bumper, is overwrought. As the puppy has no identification on him, there is now an appeal to the public to help find the perpetrator of this act of cruelty in the hopes of leveling justice. The graphics of the televised photographs were blurred to avoid upsetting viewers. The puppy was conscious in the photos, though, and it was graphically horrendous to see the look in his eyes.
Black Friday has a whole new meaning for me.
