There will come a time when....
you & many others arise. United as one
in spite of divide. Enlightened, allied
during perilous times.
A revolution begun.
You will be prepared as soon as they come
upon seeing the whites of their eyes.
Igniting your pride & the others until retribution becomes
the solution supplied in the midst of tragedy's slum.
There will be casualty's, son.
Young, old; husbands, wives.
The day will come when we have finally won.
Plus I will always be at your side as guide.
You & I, together.
Forever as one.
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Peho wiped the tears from his eyes.
His father's words always touched him deeply inside.
It was food for thought. Fuel for his motivation & drive.
The taxi came to an abrupt stop.
"Okay sir, we've finally arrived."
He paid the driver & thanked him before stepping outside.
Looked up & chimed, "Father, it is almost time."
The tower loomed in front of him. An exceptional view.
Peho picked up his belongings and began his pursuit.
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"My son, remember this image. For it tells an incredible truth.
A pictures worth a thousand words & its message is tenable, too.
It contains conceptual proof. That of which one could unearth.
Listen closely as I begin dissecting its clues...."
Every third world nation's resources reduced.
Civil riots ensue. Violence consumes, dead bodies accrue.
Lands are left desolate til nights are silent, recluse.
All while Westerners thrive. Triumphant, renewed.
We constantly look through that window to see freedom & truth.
All I see is the meaningless pursuits, corrupted leaders in suits.
Who seek to seduce. They got us by the neck on a noose.
Those who oppose are constantly put to shame on the news.
Look here & what surrounds.... pollution. Homes burned to the ground.
We're in a prison & bound, to the idea of one day getting out.
What we truly see is foul, it's deception espoused.
Perfection confound within the chaos & madness allowed.
But when it all falls down & it seems as if all is lost & done.
We will get back up in the midst of the drought.
The next time we look out of that window, behold a spectacular view.
The West will fall looking back at our great green pastures anew.
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Peho opened his eyes. Took a moment to breathe.
A detonator right by his side.
"Father, I hope we succeed."
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"9-1-1.... state your emergency?"
"SEND PARAMEDICS & OFFICERS! HURRY, PLEASE!
A BOMB JUST WENT OFF AT THE SEARS TOWER!
THERE IS DEAD BODIES LAID OUT IN THE STREETS!"
"Okay, sir. Please remain calm.
We have every available unit on the way to the scene."
"OH MY GOD...."
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The man witnessed Peho emerge from the smoke-
bombs strapped to his body.
In his hand, another remote.
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Our perspectives obscured by taking others in vain.
They suffer, in pain. Everyday hope to be saved.
One day we will look back from their side at our tumultuous ways.
One day we will look back & realize we are the ones to blame.