Inequity.Bright before the white horse gallops to the sun.
Dark after the black horse leaps past the rung.
Commute until the guilt has been forever hung,
And the noose has sprung to the eyes of concern.
Neophyte rapid to save the black masses,
Using law to break them, let them forever burn.
And the noose caught aflame before it was taut.
And those witches nurtured the flame to rise,
With a curse of an onerous size.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-12-05 at 15:27
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by John Ashleigh
In between love.
To give the stars.
One Week from Tomorrow.