The song is dead.
The swordsman takes
The Victor’s stance.
But somewhere, still
A newborn child
Hears the promised song.
November 25, 2016 by franceskakugawa
The song is dead.
The swordsman takes
The Victor’s stance.
But somewhere, still
A newborn child
Hears the promised song.
Posted in our children, Politics, Uncategorized, World Peace | 1 Comment
Absolutely lovely, Frances. And, please forgive me, but our minds must be traveling along the same path, but I just published onto WordPress a poem entitled “Hope.”
HOPE
© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake
When all hope dies
Can ever threads remain
Of former ties
To call it back again
Does hope join dreams
Mid broken solemn vows
As uttered means
Enthralling men to bow
But threads there be
So hope is still aware
Within a sea
Of monstrous self despair
We are alive
Our souls unfettered bare
And hope survives
If mantle we would wear