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In The SpotLyght Feature Magazine

By Roland E. Williams

You can hear the whales out there,

When you lay in bed at night,

The old woman said, and smiled.

They play freely while we sleep.

And so, I listened, and heard

The sound of the whales at sea,

Just out there right off the coast

Not for long. And then I slept

The rich have come once again.

You can hear them partying

Until late, even till dawn,

The officer said, and sighed.

And so, the young are pulled in.

Warning them has never helped.

Yeah, sinning comes so easy.

And so, too, come death and jail.

Now, numerous years later,

I no longer hear the whales,

I cannot see her smile now,

For she’s no longer with us.

The officer has retired,

His words still remain empty.

And even sinning has changed,

It is, now, so much easier

By Roland E. Williams

He’d once been a true man of God

And had stood on the preaching side

Now un-firm on the praying part

He’d had a golden voice, they said

Way back before it all began,

Way back, when innocence was trump

He’d preached a lot, prayed too little,

And soon his apostasy neared,

An outcome he had never sought

By Roland E. Williams

I opt reading your words again

Out of love,

Not ignorance

Nor complexity

You wish to tell all your story

Yet refuse many

Means to understand

You teach us words greater than life

For this we hope, yet,

May let your voice die

Our voices find to whom they speak

Be they a few souls

Or the greater mass

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