The Protector
The Protector
The beauty lies beneath the catastrophe, a casualty our life does not have to be
Anger, fear and grudge, taking it out on innocent people, only God can judge
As the smoke wans, as the dust settles, a blanket of hope lays solitaire
beneath the ashes and rubble, there she lay wrapped tight as if she were in a
cocoon
Unharmed and untouched, the blankets protected the young
as if she were in the womb
Copyright © Tanesha Wells | Year Posted 2015
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