The New Year
The New Year
Another troubled year has rang its gong
In all we read, all we saw, something was wrong.
Dirges, sadness, the essence of so many a song,
that we heard from the voices of so many a throng
During the evolution of this coming New Year.
What ?, from these troubled voices will we hear.
Will it be of peace, harmony and good cheer?
Or will it be like so many past?, filled with fear!
Created in the likeness of the gods, is this why some bring?,
such horrors, such atrocities to life, so that man can only sing
of what the lives of so many souls, knowing not compassion,
are forced into living!, living a life of repression and suppression.
B. J. “ A ” 2
December 31st 2016
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