To Solidarity's Bladed Name
Solidarity, with your bladed name
Would you take mercy on this silent soul?
For solitude, born with you in the flame
Of human heart, it burns bright hearts to coal
And makes a wasteland of the shining eyes
Of little youths who dare and hope for light.
Would you, togetherness, be biting lies
For yearning ghosts who seek your gentle night?
Mythic and unseen, do you yet slumber
Denying little wraiths your firm embrace
And make of them little more than spectres?
Dear amity, you speak of mighty grace,
But as I burn alive in lonely mist
I wonder, yes, if you truly exist.
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2021
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