Freedoms Chords

Who would lend their essence to such words Uncrumple them ‘midst fading sense of truth Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords. Shouted once from blood stained creaking boards Muttered by those grown “long in the tooth” Who would lend their essence to such words Whisper calls from echoless fjords Spur the interest of our failing youth Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords Challenge them to run - not from - but toward A passion that would brand them as uncouth Who would lend their essence to such words Reweave them as a fire, incite the hoards Nurture the subtleties taking root Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords Re-sound the growing call of freedom’s chords Deny the tyrants reign of spurs and boots Who would lend their essence to such words Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords. ©2/26/2022 AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE CONTEST Sponsor – L Milton Hankins