Roses in the aftermath
strewn across the broken land
once a sign of springtime love
Held in hand; hand in glove
No eyes left idle to weep
No days joyful here to keep
No rest lingers so all can sleep
All pain tossed in discarded heaps
This alien rampage havoc wreaked
when all left home and here did seek
Our shore lay silent on this earth
No more left to now give birth
Only the slave did escape the plight
and still laid no blame nor gave fight
when more strangers met the tide
He hid his tears from their eyes
For winter's grasp held them now
and all may flowers near struck down
He came in peace and resolve
Their painful troubles he helped solve
The spirits on this hallowed ground
A song in whispers all around
We sacrifices like buried corn
shall in new ways be adorned
These tears you sow; our gentle son
Speak and show the truth of all
We are the reason for all you've done
This treasure passed before our fall
(November 21st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
