Spring Hope
Spring Hope
Waiting for the first green shoots to join our world,
For the first signs of hope,
To arrive from winter's night,
For darkness to melt into the morning light,
To steal our gaze,
from outside
Where the bullets fly,
Across a stage,
where the blood is real,
Actors forced to play their parts
In a theater of pain,
Like party fireworks,
Flares illuminate Tree lined Fields,
As
Earths flowers,
Torn down,
one by one,
Loved ones,
on the sidelines silent,
Life Sacrificed on alters of mud,
To the whims of madness,
If I could call out in a thousand languages,
In each one, I would cry for peace.
But outside the bullets fly
And the desperate and naive chant for war,
But still, we wait for our spring,
For green shoots, for hope,
For the sanity
Of bird song,
For the promise of resurrection
From the battlefield of
Frozen mud.
John Roberts
Copyright © Johny Roberts | Year Posted 2024
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