...And maybe, now you know
Better, As you speak
To yourself, more and more
It's the moral, necessary
Errand of the broken
To fix the world
Ironically so,
As they have been to places
Not many of us know
But will they, won't they?
Rise up to themselves first?
Embrace the life's force again
To rejuvenate their nerves
A call of duty, to Cry
And heal from the slow grief
Showing up every day
For the greater good
Whatever that will be to them
They'll find it, as they should
The true leaders are, The healed
Becoming one with the shield
Survivors, from the wrath
Warriors, for the true path
Bravest of the cards...
...That the times have dealt
Their broken self, turned
Into an Unbreakable Stealth.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2024 02:30
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I like the cut of your jib sir .. and very much so .. Neville
Glad you enjoyed it
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