Dark Hours

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* for my dear State of Maine *

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such tears we shed for tender flesh

          that dearest matter, bullets thresh

               oh, how can we e’er learn to trust

     when evil wears a face like us?


still, most good folks with hearts afire

          know love can drown a monster’s ire

               for each dark soul with evil’s face

     a thousand good … will take its place. 








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden
October 27, 2023

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