Call to Arms
He speaks with a clarity
that cuts like a sharpened knife.
Richly flavoured, like vanilla
laced-latte, barista banged,
to break the sound of silence.
We are drawn to listen
to this charasmatic voice,
so full of authority,
it demands our attention.
A priest preaching at us?
Politician weaving his lies
until left confused by his
verbal acrobatics, we long
for his simplicity – for truth
whatever that turns out to be.
Speak my friend! Be simple,
make us understand what
you have to say – before it
is too late, Armageddon
been and gone. All because
we closed our minds to
what each individual might
achieve if joined together
into a univese, the Universe.
A chain-link that would hold
its strength against whatever
life, fate or destiny would throw
at it. He reaches out his hand,
asked for one, only one, to take it.
We all waited, breath held, waiting
for that one brave soul to reach out.
We glanced at one another, then
averted our eyes, to close out
fear that glistened in each one.
Suddenly! It was as if my hand
had a life of its own. My averted
eyes did not see it extend from
being clutched at my side until it
was stretched out straight, my hand
sought his, as if it was always
meant to be. This moment already
written in the book of life. A gasp
from everyone else as we all felt
the surge of energy as he grasped
my hand in his. His touch was cool,
gentle, smooth, his touch comforted,
gave me strength, I raised my eyes,
and all around, hands were clasped.
A human chain was formed against
the very idea, the essence of evil!
©Carolina de la Cruz 2013