Cry of Humanity

By Deborah Kelly

A spiritual book of goodness, kindess, peace and the sadness of oppression.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silver Bow Publishing
• Release date: Oct 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781927616550

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Cry of Humanity

By Deborah L. Kelly

Smashwords Edition 2017

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Acknowledgements

I wish to give my sincere and heartfelt thanks

to Ken Ader and Candice James, Silver Bow Publishing,

for their Faith in my work and their continued support.

I also wish to thank Manolis Aligizakis, for his wonderful

review which adorns the back cover of Cry of Humanity;

as well, Alan Hill, Poet Laureate, New Westminster, BC

for his review and support of my work.

Thank you to my sister, Barbara Kelly, Graphic Designer,

for the beautiful cover. It took time and patience,

but we finally got it.

Last, but most definitely, not least,

I thank my friends and family who have

put up with my constant chatter about

this book; they assisted and supported

me through every step of the process.

To all of you who have supported and appreciated

my efforts, my deepest and humblest thanks.

The Court Jester

In the here and now

I take a bow to the grand

majesty of creation.

Negation of terms

make the contract

null and void.

A planet, an asteroid;

both sweep the heavens

in a great display

of cosmic power.

Grand gesture

of the court jester

has made all

the fools laugh;

a distraction from

illusion created without

to confuse within.

A sin to dance or celebrate

while waiting at the gate

to enter the sacred temple.

Yet to whom do we pledge?

What do we pledge?

Is Faith lost within a shifting

variance of the time continuum?

Look around; more awe

inspiring than mortal

could ever imagine; beauty

beyond concept.

We are inept at expressing

our deepest emotion.

It is un-kept and stuffed

into oblivion; never to be seen again.

Evil Was Born

Blood on city streets

tells a story; it weeps.

There is no concept

of the permanence

of their actions;

just a game they play.

Fancy cars: blood money.

Sharp knives: killing tools.

Gun: he’s a somebody ~

he holds the power now!

Danger in the midnight hours

haunts city streets like

a restless spirit of the dead.

They hide in the cracks

and crevices of society;

morally bankrupt, there

is no conscience.

Knowing no limits;

stumbling blindly through

the darkness: evil provides

no guidance, there are no boundaries.

Rend and destroy; all they

have ever known.

The choice has been made.

Adam bit into the apple

and evil was born.

Wounded Soul

With your attitude

of platitudes, you offer

me nothing of worth.

Your constant turning

and burning has left

the remnants of dust

behind; painting all it falls

upon with the dull,

grey grease of bitterness.

Is this all there is?

Is there no sun to rise

above you in the pale

blue sky of tomorrow;

to warm the chill upon

your