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Across the street and down the lane
The long line curves around again
And men shivering in the wintry rain
Tell adversity's avarice in each refrain
This is the worst of time the best is gone
This is the end of time, night comes fast
And children, old emblems of the dawn
Are bent like wheat stalks in the blast
How could the prognosis be so wrong, this
Endless disease of human spirit, this
Cankering cavern of blight upon bliss
Something more than human is here amiss
And few that gave where many once stood
May your blessing be multiplied in kindness
And in health, for charity is the brightest bud
On the tree of hope in hard time's darkness.
Across the street and down the lane
Someone is singing a still refrain
The human spirit rebuking doubt and pain
While men are shivering in the wintry rain.
The country is broken, is flat broken
This is the end of time night comes fast
Compassion is life's last token, last token
And children are bent in the bitter blast.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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