BY TEMPIE KING

Eyes talk in every language... in every word.
More than we could speak or ever be heard.
They tell the truth whether you are white, yellow or black.
Like the gentle breath of your lover on the nap of your back.

A truth that is only felt if you look deep within,
Seeing all of Babylon's problems lie in the mindest of men.
Men who refuse to see with realistic open eyes,
As a seagull landing to devour and flies and flies.

Like a well greased train always rolling on its track,
Like being ignored or overlooked simply part of some act.
Just because of your culture or the color of your skin,
Who are they to say you don't fit in?

Their eyes don't see bodies or blood in a needless war.
It can be 6,000 miles away or at your front door.
Only your eyes will see the peace of the sheep as they sit,
Looking back at you as you will never quit.

Learning, teaching, showing all you can,
Because there is beauty as swans in our great Babylon land.
It is there for all who will open eyes to see,
A wonder of freedom that rings loud with glee.

Whether you are fighting or working in someone's field,
Knowing how far to go and when to yield.
Like the buffalo soldier or cattle grazing in the grass,
Our freedom is now; never to go, never to pass.

COPYRIGHT 2007 TEMPIE KING