MD Johnson Poet Villanelle

Remember

Remember the days of the past 
When we felt safe and we felt dear, 
Longing, hoping such times would last?

In our youth, we would run so fast 
And things evil were never near.
Remember those days of the past?

Then, I never did know of caste,
Of despised ones, who lived in fear.
They never hoped such times would last.

Ignorance of their pain is vast,
But many of color, with tear,
Remember the days of now and past.

Still present, the sting of the bast.
Cries for justice, they pray we hear;
Longing, hoping it comes at last.  

A blind eye we must never cast
Towards the hate that we must cure.
Remember the days of the past
So all can hope...at last...at last!

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Paul Callus January 13, 2018 at 5:25 PM Those were the days, MD!! Who could not remember them! But not all that glimmers is gold, and it is life's experiences which bring many things to light. Regards // paul