Louis Spence Poet Epitaph

CRY NO MORE

I was lost, I was found, I was hunted, I was downed , 
Heard the screams of the whale when the harpoon has hit 
Seen the burned out congregations when the fuses were lit 
All the fury in war's faces and we're sick to death of it... 
 
I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse the mind 
I have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more. 

We've been taken, We've been used, We've been shaken, We''ve been bruised 
Felt that look of despair in the infant's eye 
At the wrench of departure in the bittersweet goodbye 
All this cruelty in mankind just makes me want to fly 

I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse the mind 
I have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more. 

I was blinkered, I was blind to human conduct so unkind
Seen rich lunatics shooting all the birds in the sky 
The crating up of dogs sentenced needlessly to die 
Drowned babies on some shoreline and we sit and wonder why. 

I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse my mind 
We have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more. 

We can dream we may see better times for you and me 
Somewhere warm somewhere loving where we all live happily
In a place where our spirits and joyful hearts run free 
And we all pull together for peace, humanity... 

I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse my mind 
We have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more.

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YouTube: Louis Spence. Cry No More. Thank you.

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Funom Makama January 25, 2016 at 11:42 AM Beautifully woven words as well prepared seeds for a perfect germination on any reading mind. An awesome 7 dearest poet

Hannington Mumo August 9, 2015 at 5:12 AM Another masterpiece, friend. I like the way you embrace repetition for thematic efficiency. I wish I could give you more than a mere 7+!

Angie Thomas February 16, 2015 at 2:34 AM I need space, I need time.... Cry no more... Awsome lines those are. I agree with Cona, that place exists...

Cona Adams January 8, 2015 at 8:05 AM That warm, loving place where our spirits run free is called heaven, Louis. Fortunately, it is not just a dream. It is real. There is One who gave his life, to grant you entry. All you have to do is believe. Nothing else is required.

Michael J Lewis August 13, 2014 at 10:18 AM Strong imagery here, Louis, to carry the strong feelings you express - " the screams of the whale when the harpoon has hit", "burned out congregations when the fuses were lit". The refrain adds strength to each item the poet wants to escape from, intensifying the emotional conflict. It's clearly structured as a song. Do you have a tune for this yet, Louis? All the best. Mike.

Richard Palmer July 28, 2014 at 3:08 PM we are of like minds,this was great every detail,wonderful write Louis