Verlena S. Walker Poet Dramatic Verse

Covenant

COVENANT

The mourning of lost souls 
The treachery of natural disaster
Brings us before God to ask are we forsaken.
To adjust to ways and will of a greater source,
We go into an intellectual setting to form mentality,
Our voices, we feel, are the only key factors in overcoming what annihilates us.
The sorcerer stands now to devise a plan of spells to bring peace and wisdom amid us.

The people of the village song for a greater harvest in the old days.

The terrorists’ fires
The hate crimes
Henceforth precarious times.
To adjust to the forever changing of minds,
We must choose carefully and construct from within.
Our focus is intelligence.
Our voice must be acknowledged by acumen.
The enforcer of all these truths is a necromancer.

In the old days, the people of the village produced prodigious cognizance.

Eggheads opinionate.
Thinkers investigate.
Mentalities are our way.
We are informers of God.
We are of rightful norms.
We are the people born to construct governments.
We are modern time and divinity.

These are the idyllic years!
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Penned August 15, 2015!

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Richard Lamoureux August 21, 2015 at 8:22 AM It would be nice to think these are the Idylic years. Perhaps in fifty years people will look back and think they were the good old days. Verlena S. Walker August 28, 2015 at 8:24 PM Many may see in both aspects... Thanks for applying intellect Richard to this poem... Means a lot. Verlena

Skat A August 15, 2015 at 10:56 PM Amazing.... SKAT Verlena S. Walker August 16, 2015 at 2:37 PM Thanks Skat for your awesome remark! Verlena