There has been a mighty storm in this tiny place,
A gross upheaval and a blizzard of disgrace.
No longer do the angels visit here,
They love not this dungeon of fear.
That a man should take the life of another,
That a man should be set against his brother,
Is a dark despairing sign.
This Life is a bitter fruit that rots on the vine,
Fear begats fear and the wild horses of anger are set free.
The meek shall hide in caves with Death their only company.
The Good weep tears of blood,
And the flower dies in the bud.
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David Wakeling (
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Quite heartbreaking to witness such profound anguish and conflict. May we speak light, hope, and unity to those dark places even as we read them.🙏🏻🕊
Yes we have to witness it in the news everyday.Thanks for your insight
Sometimes the telly is off for the selfsame reason🙏🏻🕊️📺
David this mention of bitter fruit brought to mind the song (Strange fruit) a song of man's violence toward each other as well. The ending of the poem seems Biblical in style. Very nicely done.
Yes it does have the feel of that Billy Holliday song.Thank you for you insight
Mans continued violence and abuse to each other, will ultimately result in only one ending, enjoyed the read
Thank you for you insightful comments
You are very welcome
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