David

His footprints deep
Gashed into cliffs cut steep and hanging
Brief stops at the edges to weep…
A grief-stricken heart of his
Could speak
Of society, shaken
Perhaps taken too far to redeem
Awakened by winds of mistrust
A sense of worth adrift, by immoral gusts
Invisibly tossed by spells of pride...
And lost…in the eye of beast that creates
A history of riots,
A Goliath who regurgitates
Splinters of mankind, too broken to ride a storm
Of swells.

Perhaps our fallen ancestors
Do create this mist, enfolding humanity
And blinding our tracks to eternity, with
Clouds of cataracts...and our only hope is through
A David, looking past
Untainted cracks of glass
To visualize our pain
And reverse damage done by a bloodstained Cain
Whose marriage would only spell…
Miscarriage of integrity
And he…stripped humanity of dignity
So he…fathered iniquity
He…dissected harmony
He…is prince of gluttony
He’s vanity
He’s tyranny
He’s apathy
…insanity.

He…is David’s adversary
Goliath of society that chars
Bits of our innocence…into ashes
And a kiss of fate perpetuates perception that we’re…
Locked in a war between deception...and redemption
Holding our mortal breath,
To erase painful memories, so we forget...
That greater is He who holds the key
To our salvation
…but regret stirs anger
That brims upon a future of ours
And hours spent in battle with a beast
Who devours and feasts on morality
Wears, and tears a fabric of culture
In check-check mate on chess board
Of global affairs.

We are descendants of a David
Whose war cry is a sentence that outlasts
The fabric of time
So let our ear become a canvas,
And his tongue, a brush
That whips by the hand of justice
And may a thrust of his words feed
A mustard seed of faith that becomes
Our projectile rock to lunge forth from slings
Of truthfulness…
And steps of patience be our harness
To channel the crosshairs of hope
Retract and release, with precision
A rock of faith in flight…
Strike to spell death of a giant slave master
And ripples disperse, thereafter
Through depth of a gene pool
To salvage, remnants of a trapped generation…
Regeneration by He whose victory
Brings liberation…from an epoch of slavery.

Copyright © 2009 by Brandon Sandy