Prick up your dulled ears, be brave; <br />Hear the dislodged dirt flying <br />Listen; the shovels of subservience <br />Bury truth but carve out your grave. <br /> <br />If a measure of wisdom still remains; <br />Listen attentively and lift up your eyes. <br />Remember what you learned as a child. <br />Release the thirst for ill-gotten gains. <br /> <br />Look upon the mound of soil <br />Incline your head to this word, <br />Don't disregard this pronouncement. <br />In time, it rewards your labour and toil. <br /> <br />Taste with your scalded tongues, <br />Your now-forgotten native fare. <br />Wonder at that temperamental jive; <br />An archived litany of faults harangue. <br /> <br />Let inherited prudence beseech; <br />Open ears and responsive hearts <br />No longer make light of death: <br />Salvation now placed within our reach.<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-reach-5/
