This Vale of Tears
"I could a tale unfold
Whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul"
When these words Shakespeare wrote
Little did he think how hard they smote
The hearts of men drowning in toil
Amid gross carnage innocence to despoil
The drumbeat of bombs to bring Mosul down
The speeding bullet of a car in Westminster's town
Heartache and agony in this world abound
With life's thorns so many are crowned
It is no wonder that so many weep depressed
And pray to their God for eternal rest
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2017
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