Hope For Utopia
Utopia, Casa de las Madre,
these four walls that close
round flesh and bone, exclaim:
"...it is the breaking of the body,
and the spilling of blood...", is it not
that which means sacrifice?
means love?
means life?
Family brought together in embrace
of pain and prayer, I say:
'God, I am only as good as you,
and being as you are, I can't
regret my birth (having played no part),
but live only with belief:
that my home can once house my heart
in peace.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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