Ammnesties Poem by Cee Bea

amnesties tale with a trail of white lights
floating and flying just like colorful kites
left as crumbs for the weary and truth's that ain't right
cause there was never a war, just a hell'va fight

the dark and the drivel, the profound and the wry
who always will leave us- with no real good-bye's
just a feeling that they, are still by your side
as they transfer the weight of the bold and the blind


You took the cue... the wink of an eye
while truly not planned, I knew what you'd find

It is in that place, that you thought it might be
and
you paid a price, for what was already free