The Neighborhood @ thepublicblogger Proudly Presents…
2016 Official Peace Week Anthem
Peace by Moka Soul
Peace by Moka Soul at CD Baby
When darkness falls, we must shine the light even brighter.
Darkness falls and you think you have won.
A young man’s spine is snapped
and a squad car explodes.
Public Servants band together
Looters and thieves
overtake peaceful protesters,
trampling words of truth and wisdom
no time for reason.
Darkness falls when a young man is shot dead.
Memories of a child
overwhelmed by supporters of the gunman.
Talking heads take to the air
no calls for calm,
vicious rhetoric instead.
Darkness falls and search for a young friend,
perhaps buried beneath the rubble
of a tremblor gone mad,
put on hold, remaining in your prayers
as you contemplate, what you believe
is the meaning why you are here.
“One man can’t change the world”
you hear the voices say.
“You are a writer, whose only gift
is to keep them entertained.”
No answers to our prayers
– we begin to believe –
we clasp our hands together,
and the miracle never do we see.
All the goodness created,
upstaged once again
and right on schedule
the darkness rolls in.
But the windows are open
and the sun pours through
and you pull yourself together
no fanfare needed,
that is not what drives you,
and now you hear the voice,
the one that never abandons you.
“I have given you the gift of words
and I have saved you from yourself
You have asked a thousand times
and I have answered the same way;
it does not matter the size of your contribution
only that it’s made.”
So you stop believing your own headlines,
that are in fact written by you,
and end the pity party, as if you should not struggle too
You take your seat in front of computer
– center stage to you.
No introduction needed,
but imaginary curtains raised,
and you begin the performance
delivered by your words.
I write because its my contribution,
my weapon against self-destruction,
my way to light the world,
We have no control over the mongers
nor can we bring back the wrongful dead.
We cannot change a bomber’s mission
whose eyes and heart
have long been dead.
We cannot halt a crime in progress,
nor stop a public servant
from breaking his public’s back.
We can only watch a mob turned frenzied,
burning down stores of hard working people.
We cannot choose when the lines are drawn
nor order our neighbor to stand on our side.
We will become discouraged
and question our God,
for we are only human
emotional, mortal beings.
And the darkness is a heavy burden
a worthy opponent indeed.
But if we stand together
each shining an individual light
peaceful protest, speeches given,
solutions sought, hate amended
or however our gifts illuminate,
even when we tire or become weary
or the dreaded voices return…
As long as we remember,
no matter how dark it gets
if we continue to contribute
regardless of how meek it appears,
the next time, or the one after that
when the darkness sees it chance,
and starts to fall across the land
the light will be prepared for battle
and finally defeat it.
protesters captured by photographer Michael Fleshaman
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